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: October 2024
This shifting preoccupation
with what is right or
what is wrong; questions never end.
You can’t decide.
There is less certainty
in what you know. It is all untold
and remains unknown
which way you will go.
A decided destination seems so far away.
Progress is but a thought today.
10/18/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on October 17, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Do you wonder, as you wander,
about the dreams left along the way?
Scattered thoughts, they still
remind you of the reasons why
you remained sheltered from the
delusions, paying so little attention
to the obvious.
A little while from now, less than
expected (more than you know),
what was left over from a generation
of pride and greed, misfortune and
disease will continue to haunt you.
It always does.
The politics appall you. There is no
honour, not in shame nor the
cowardice within. Not now.
10/17/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on October 16, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Our view of love changes as
we age. What we feel, all we know
to be true, is provided a fresh point of view.
We forget, from time to time, what it was
when it was something else.
Perspective.
All the mental aspects of affection and
emotions will overwhelm if given a chance,
but for the longest time
we did not allow ourselves to know
the certain realm, or definite destination
of love and all it is capable of.
It is more than physical,
stronger than it has ever been, and
strengthened
over the years and beyond.
Empathy finds its place amidst
individual passions. Understanding becomes
the strongest sense of a relationship.
As we age, we are capable
of something greater, or have we just
realized, now, what love can truly be?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
