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
Hypothetically, yet ironically,
intellectually constructing a poem or
patch of prose should be far easier
than it seems.
Even those known to craft delicious,
heartwarming verse have surely faced
the dreaded fear of an unscathed page.
Yet, those bards who have risen to the
challenge, or occasion, with steely
mind, fortitude, and passionate
persuasion have found the strength.
So many any of us struggle with
ambient thought, perpetual notions,
recycled emotions barely blatantly
disguised by foolish promotions
ending up with feeble attempts at
stanza, scansion, muted meter
metronomically fashioning words
far from adequate.
Still, we try daily to find even a
slight modicum of a successful poem,
whatever that might well be. Each
line an effort, every day an opportunity
for more than we bargain for.
04/14/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
Posted on April 13, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
Posted on April 12, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
little things all add up
takeaway coffee
then another cup
later in the day when
you finally find time
between
obligations and imperatives
always there
drop in the bucket
give and take
back and forth
here and where
the cost of living
truth or dare
04/12/2024 j.g.l.
