A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
Emotions are the same in any language, yet
there will be incidents where you don’t understand.
Not for lack of trying.
Life lessons — if not history — have taught us nothing.
Humanity’s polarity persists past present boundaries
to points unknown, even unconsidered, even now.
Daily news, political views usurp common sense as
deterioration of human rights remain a plight
upon our soul’s landscape.
Where is dignity of diversity?
Why can’t we live together?
We can hypothesize, empathize, rationalize, or sympathise;
it takes an effort greater than what we exert.
Distractions hinder; not as much as they hurt.
This division by bloodline, gender, orientation, social status,
or nation is oft considered more a division
than what it needs to be.
We must try harder.
It is far more than you and me
Humility takes effort. Our attempts seem so unfulfilled,
detractions day-by-day of what we value most.
See the signs, be aware, we will only find resolution if
we dare to step beyond congenialities.
Each sole survivor in this human race will only survive
tests of time if we flavour our thoughts with grace and
understanding. A common mind.
Apathy has no place.
We must learn to love one another before we run out of time.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
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.