this journey

11/23/2024

How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.

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04/15/2026

cloud songs

Should we not remain

open to possibilities presented

    randomly, even haphazardly,

      throughout our day?

Opportunities come and become

   motive for movement further

       than our expectations.

   Prospects: our vast and varied

  intentions, in reality, transform

                   into eventualities.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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04/12/2026

commentary

   Within the destruction, deceit,

and sorrowful ways or beliefs,

humanity is exposed in past and

present days.

   Words may fail us. Actions

beyond belief or description,

greater than brutality, hatred

and its afflictions.

   The narrative and its diction.

   We do not recite or write down

internal thoughts we try to avoid,

all for naught.

   We search for and continue our

commentary. History. Summoning

the words is, most times, as difficult

as finding beauty in this world.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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04/10/2026

wait

  Is there another flower more

accessible to the essence of Spring

than a tulip? Not just one, but a

simple bunch.

  Buds at first, potential and yet

unknown magnificence still a

mystery held tightly within. Surely,

with time and sunshine, we will

see all they can be.

  By no means aimless anticipation,

purposeful hope will arrive. Wait.

Singularly, a tulip harbors affirmation

revealed in short order.

  Yes, other spring flowers – daffodils

or lilies – make an impression, but

you will not get the expression of

this season as you do when a tulip

is involved.

  Tulips evolve into all we believe.

Wait. You will see.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

April is Poetry Month

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04/13/2026

familiarity

Ideas change, like

the places, like the faces.

   Much like me; different,

each time the mirror

looks back.          I can see

lines on my face becoming

deeper as the years progress,

altering a view I only think

I have witnessed

          in the past.

   Do I see my father, or my

mother in me? Familiarity.

A resemblance; always

meant to be.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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04/11/2026

gr@ffiti

Independent, a loner, or
part of a community.
Enabler, imbiber, victim
or survivor. How do you
identify?
Me, myself, or I.
She, them, or why? People.
I am human.
What are your pronouns?
Occupation or gender, by
country, religion or race;
it’s not all black and white.
Questioning or queer?
Who we are
is how we deal with
what happens every day.
It changes along the way.
Do you consider yourself
a consumer or a provider?
Be honest.
Painstaking label-making
gets complicated.
If you can fool others, are
you not then deceiving
yourself?
Who are you?

I come about my inadequacy
naturally.    What I feel is like
nothing else.           Honestly.
I am nobody.          We all are.
Even when we are something
to someone else.
I am somebody.       Like you?

© 2021 j.g. lewis

I‘m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

-Emily Dickinson

April is Poetry Month

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04/07/2026

truthfully

How do you deal with a rumour?

Do you accept it and hold it inside?

Will you question, or ponder its

relevance, or truth (however unkind)?

Have you known them who are

the subjects, or suspects, however

it may be?

Have you truthfully considered

all options, or is there another side

to be believed? Is the damage

irreparable, nothing comparable in

the least. If it is known to be true,

what would you say if it was

said about you?

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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