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.
We take tally of days, events, and milestones that matter;
even subconsciously. They matter, in time, or at the time.
Each stroke, each day, represents something monumental
in some way. We recall days, perhaps not as often as we
should, that leave an impression on our mind. People and
places influence our solitary path, especially when we feel
alone. The conscious kindness of others will brighten your
life cycle in periods when you need to shed greater light on
what we have lived through. No columns represent wins or
loses. Every single mark a subtle stanza of a never-ending
poem registering episodes of emotion. Over time, all of our
experiences add up to well-lived life. Swift as a heartbeat, the
sheer number of marks on the page is ever-humbling. We
are present through it all. Whatever stage you find yourself
in this journey, it is just as important to remember all of the
occasions and occurrences as it is to leave space for more.
© 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.