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: April 2024
It is a thought, and it is my first today,
of possibilities that were not probable.
When did expressing your beliefs
become so fraught?
Will tensions subside considering
random solutions to potential puzzles
at a point where there appears to be
little or nothing to show for a life
overshadowed by common temptations,
an uncommon incompetence, carefree
curiosity, occasionally irrational impulses
on a rational, even logical, path.
Satisfaction: you only know it
when it finds you. It is illusive, only
because what you believe you want
is not always there.
04/02/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 1, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Am I escaping responsibilities
following this call, a truancy from
what has been expected of me?
A goal few can see, patterns
I find uncomfortably resting
within the confines of my mind.
Words arrive, from time to time,
is it without thought
or total recall?
Most days I simply cannot
keep up with it all. Progress
few and far between, somewhat
disparagingly, nevertheless I try
to sort out what I mean.
Who is to say, or know, a
satisfaction with so little to show.
Pencils mark the days, my path
and my page, or is it just
my imagination running away.
04/01/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
there is meaning
