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
Nothing to show, no remorse;
a game I play, I’ll stay the course.
Lottery ticket provides little luck,
a pattern in which I am always stuck.
A buck or two will fund grand dreams
bigger than my wallet, or so it seems.
Life-altering prize I have yet to win,
I feel the greed, the shame and sin.
Incomprehensible odds even greater
than a multi-million-dollar jackpot.
Hope is cheap, at least today. I will
purchase another ticket and play again.
04/04/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 4, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Unready to face the day.
Wet this morning, the sense of grey
overwhelms my gentle spirit.
Flurries likely, still to come,
I feel the isolation closing in.
Am I the only one to be dissuaded
by weather’s twist of fate?
Forecasts of better days ahead,
but I will have to wait.
Just like yesterday
and look at it now.
04/04/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 3, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The greater the body of water,
the more questionable where a wave comes from.
Pebble in a puddle, a most obvious start,
a drip from a drop. Ripple resonates, doubles, then triples.
Evermore a pattern.
The bigger the lake, the more we can see.
Surge and swell on a monumental ocean
changes with the sunset, seaside tide, or a notion.
It ends on the shoreline,
from where does it come?
Unforeseen origin, man-made or natural?
On the stillest of days, wind hardly a whisper,
you will notice a rhythm but rarely the source.
Undertow and currents may alter your course.
True flow you may never know, shining surf leaving you
in its wake. What will it leave behind for another day?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
you will notice a rhythm
