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: June 2024
That which is not understood is
no less influential, or profound,
than the obvious.
Feelings remain, even those you
may choose to ignore, even when
they are not wholly appreciated.
It is not indifference, though it
is difficult to compartmentalize.
Perception takes precedence over
what is there and provides greater
consideration. Conscientously.
Patience is a relative requisite.
06/27/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on June 26, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What will you ask of me? What can I ask of myself?
Loyalty is often full of scrutiny, even for me. Beware.
I knew enough about you to know the little I do.
Co-dependent, confused contradictions, soften our
virtues and values, moral superiority, questions even
I cannot answer about myself, certainly of thee.
What emotions have you survived? Have you truly
known a ride and die? What of the detours you didn’t
see coming? Then, I felt you deserved more; even an
excuse or explanation, but someone else had other ideas.
The levity and longevity of any relationship formed over
time, will forever sit in the mind. If you think about it.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on June 25, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
If only because I am curious — or seeking contentment — that I allow myself to engage in activities I have put aside for too long.
This, now, only an attempt to remind myself that this creativity I often feel is not inert but needs a greater outlet or more enlarged palette.
A concentrated effort.
A sketchbook, watercolours or gouache and ink, coloured pencils, crayons, pastels at the ready. No expectations: taking time for non-judgemental art, daily for a while, just to see what I can do. For no other reason than indulging myself when I need to.
I need to more often.
Summer allows for longer days and finding time for yourself; always hoping to find contentment.
06/25/2024 j.g.l.
