Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 j.g.l.
A wish for words more delicate and
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind,
you are no longer (or never have been)
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth,
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.
04/15/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
flaws and all
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
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.
Longer days, shorter nights,
less time to reflect.
Summer Solstice.
It’s happening.
Mistress Moon is weak, hardly
a whisper.
I no longer
hear her voice, or
less and less
she occupies
my mind.
Somehow it just happens.
My choice.
Less focus on her,
more focus on dreams and desires.
They can happen,
they will happen,
without distraction.
Dedication, application, rejuvenation,
mentally,
spiritually,
physically;
that’s how it will happen.
You’ve come
too far,
given up
too much, to not
make it happen.
If you want
it to happen.
Yes, your past may pester you,
but it will not drag you down.
Remember
what made you feel good about yourself?
You can
feel better
be better
if you want.
It can happen
if it’s meant to happen,
on your own terms.
Make it happen.
j.g.l.
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.