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: January 2024
Movement, not always motion. Steadfast in
my intentions, I will seek a deeper understanding,
not always evident, or available, in the moment
Somewhere not far behind these sullen thoughts,
materialities of bygone days will eventually creep
into patterns I wish to avoid.
I have been here before, mentally or spiritually.
Geographically it does not matter.
The streets continue to blur on by.
Alone with my consideration or apprehension,
I can only try to look beyond the days, behind
shadows of the ever-present aftermath.
I am trying not to do anything I have done.
Before. All of this. Still constant conviction
haunts me, as it often does.
Why should this evening be any different?
Only the direction has changed.
I am going to, instead of coming from.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 23, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You haven’t before, even
as I often remind you of
what is to come.
Proclamations fall upon
ears that do not wish to
listen, eyes that fail to see
the signs, minds closed to
the havoc that surrounds us.
Trust me this time.
The only truth I know, at
this moment anyway, is
that which I dare to speak.
Is anybody listening?
Even I have been known
to ignore my own counsel.
Does that make it any less
significant? Trust is hard.
01/23/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on January 22, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Aches and pains
from another day: physical,
psychological, anything but
understandable.
Or avoidable.
It all gets in the way.
We all hurt. We all heal,
by and by, in our own time
exercising empathy with others,
as much as ourselves.
Compassion.
Understanding.
We can only try,
we can only do what we
have the strength for
today, or any other day.
We grieve, if need be.
We all hurt. We will all heal.
We just don’t know when
or why or how to
deal with everyday
aches and pains.
01/22/2024 j.g.l.
