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
Winter’s chill. Precipitation.
Frost on the windshield,
only anticipation of days ahead,
months from now.
Frozen in the moment, how
can we tell of spring flowers or
summer dreams when
the weather outside
is just as it seems.
01/18/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on January 17, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Words that were there, affixed
to a streetlamp or storefront window.
A public notice. Not a poem
with words as bold as Neruda, or as cynical
as Bukowski. Perhaps pro-Palestine proclamations,
explanation or justification of a conflict
on the other side of this world.
Political turmoil, opposing views attempting
to indemnify culture and common cause.
Inhumanity’s debate seeps further into our space
here in this country or city, then removed
Torn away from the realities we face.
We cannot understand the sentiment;
even a sentence. Nary a word is now
comprehendible, but it meant something
to someone. Defenseless. How can we
explain what was there when you, yourself, cannot
understand your own thoughts.
Yet you do know the need for expression,
communication, even protest.
We have all left words behind for somebody else
to read or relate to. Unappreciated offerings.
Like a poem, protest has
so many meanings and misunderstandings.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 16, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Not a permanent commitment,
a decision should allow
a certain levity.
How can we fulfill
all we don’t know
when the time comes to evaluate
what is truly meaningful?
Your intentions should be steadfast
and forgiving with
all you do not achieve.
01/16/2024 j.g.l.
