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.
Category: A daily breath
It is never too soon
to take notice of
an early-rising moon.
Ever closer to its
fuller phase, Luna
holds a charm in
her certain ways.
Always a gift,
if you choose to
lift your eyes.
An everyday evening,
still quite a surprise.
08/15/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on August 13, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Secrecy and salvation,
rarely one in the same.
We seek pleasure where
we ought not to, purge
clandestine thoughts into
ears we should not trust;
because we are where
we shouldn’t be.
Unknowingly,
we will cry tomorrow
for the sins of today.
Once a habit, it is their way.
Now. How many times
have you forgiven someone,
even yourself?
Do you not remember, or
even notice, words wasted
in spite of it all.
Tell me about pain,
it’s been years since I have
even noticed how it feels
to feel like that.
I cannot know relief, not
like I used to. Sadly,
it remains a secret.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 12, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Most of us look,
some of us see, less of us believe.
Division and derision
commonplace across our land;
perpetrators rarely understand
we will not buy
what they are selling.
Already we struggle
with thoughts bought and sold to
the lowest common denominator.
Do not heed mixed messages
hidden in the stories they are telling.
Most of us say nothing, some of us
less, not enough of us speak up.
Staying silent costs too much.
Think for your self.
08/12/2024 j.g.l.
