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: September 2024
Neither common sense nor familiar adage holds true. On this day.
What it seems, all it appears to be, is uncommonly incorrect, consistently confounding, and occasionally borders on delusion (even deceit), despite its honesty.
Trust your instincts.
Your vision may be blurred, or the definite perspective is altered by subtle expectations yet, deep in your gut, you know what you are doing.
Look past the obstacles; do not be deterred by the follies or fantasies of others. They do not know what you truly do, nor have any knowledge of your clear intentions.
Be confident in your own wisdom, it is both personal and acutely accurate. Your impulse is far greater than your capabilities.
09/27/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on September 26, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
When we tell ourselves what we tell ourselves, is forgiveness ever part of the conversation? This is dialogue only you can hear; shouldn’t you pay more attention? Go easy on yourself.
09/26/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on September 25, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Each line speaks in ever-present tense, past
shadows whispering still, amidst perpetual
foresight. Memories commence for a stanza
or two, if you are prepared to listen.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
