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: March 2024
Maybe it’s the continual news of wars on the other side of the world, the outrage in my own city, or of continued climate change threatening our long-time survival. Too much rain of late.
Even the rising costs of everything, and stubborn interest rates, impact our mood as we teeter above a recession, but I feel it deeply.
It is more than depression.
I’m feeling old, not always and not insufferably so, just in the biologically natural way.
Despite the threats to us all, ageing is largely an organic process.
Still, it is more than chronological patterns of life and cause and effect of a life lived.
Today it might simply be the weather, so grey that you don’t even notice the clouds rolling in across the horizon.
It’s hard to think of the better days ahead when we have been continually reminded of both the suffering and side-effects that surrounds us.
We keep moving forward. We must persevere despite the reasons, in spite of the season.
03/10/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on March 9, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It’s not always easy
to find the right words.
The words we use, the
words we choose,
leave shadows over time.
It takes time
to get past the past,
to sort out emotions
and reservations.
It takes patience
and faith to accept
who you are
and what we can be.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on March 8, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A clock pays little attention to you,
so why can it not be ignored?
Time: I unwillingly keep track of mine.
Hours or days, even months and years,
all commodities I spend little time
trying to understand.
It took a good half hour to see my way
through these past few minutes.
03/08/2024 j.g.l.
