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
Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.
04/08/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 7, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The spectre itself invades the mind,
an illusion of sorts, within time
finding place on the page.
Wonders never cease, not in
the unrelenting rhythm or melody
in a surge of words.
As if there is always a place
for dialogue or description
which beckons a state of grace.
Unsupported, at times, by
ulterior motives or unfulfilled
intentions from days or years
gone by, the presence of a mind
undeterred or oblivious to the
surrounding space.
And if allowed, a personal choice,
you will surface, undefeated,
above the noise.
04/07/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on April 6, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
we cannot help but
listen
not to the clamour of everyday time
but the space between
a thought
a smile
or
a goodbye
sometimes we tell secrets
mostly
the silence gives it away
© 2019 j.g. lewis
