I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: November 2023
Random thoughts on
a morning walk,
the day presenting itself and
its glorious ways. Before
the give and take decisions
we must make.
Concessions and compromise,
duties must be fulfilled.
Who knows how long
this slight repose will last?
Walk on.
11/10/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on November 9, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Nightly news ends the day,
high-definition Technicolor sending its shadow
into the night.
Beyond sleep, in dreary dreams, unforgettable atrocities live on.
You can change channels by remote control to
a different perspective on the same scenes of violence,
hatred and heartbreak.
Death defies even the most optimistic insight.
Politics play out in accustomed inferiority.
A stance is only a stance when symptoms
become less obvious than the solution.
Ideology counters idealism.
The ever-present conflict and
humanitarian efforts dammed by inaction.
Nothing changes, if ever. It only grows worse.
Internationally. Nationally. And locally.
Few prospects for peace, one month in,
events of the days accelerate.
How hopeless are we? How hapless?
Each of us; all of us know the cause and effect.
The news reports bring it all home, into
our comfortable bedrooms.
How can we sleep?
© 2023 j.g. lewis
