Qualifying questions, remedial response.
Knowledge of situations often haunt.
What we know or have been told.
We tell ourselves we just don’t know.
Answers formed by thoughts untold.
Rumour and misinformation often sold.
Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.
Bare truth and logic will get in the way.
04/22/2024 j.g.l.
Current Thoughts
Open your mouth, let words
bypass lips. Converse consciously
to brethren or bystanders.
Reach out to
close friends gone amiss.
Be not afraid, not now, of
articulating current thoughts and
accomplishments of which
you are proud, and even your sins
(for we have all owned a few)
might seem far less tragic
from an altered point of view.
Give fresh voice
to insecurities and anxieties hidden
within your self, speak highly of
those dusty dreams
languishing on a shelf.
Past sullen moments cast a
lengthy shadow, short-term
expectations tend to dull down
long-term possibilities.
Talk freely around all you want,
or hope, or desire to be.
Each intention will resonate
with those who wholly believe.
Understanding takes effort.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.
April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch
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.
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.
You question why you wear it, but know that you should.
You never know when you will need it, but you should be sure that you would.
A bicycle helmet; you may never need it, but you will be glad it was there.
I took a tumble on my bike yesterday. The details are sketchy, I don’t remember much about how it happened, but it did. It happened so quickly. Accidents often do.
I was a bloody mess, road rash and cuts, and a gash on the temple that required a trip to the ER. My sunglasses were totaled, and my pride was bruised even more than my elbow, knee or hip.
My helmet saved me from further damage; I can say that with certainty because the helmet itself was damaged during the fall.
If the crash had enough force to crack my helmet in two places, how much more damage would it have done to my head had it not been there?
I hate to even think about it.
Having had my unfair share of broken bones in various sporting injuries over the years, including a cerebral contusion sustained in a skiing accident decades ago (there are still a few days of my life I have no recollection of), I have always been a proponent of the brain bucket.
I’ve always said ‘a cyclist who wears a helmet has a good head on their shoulders.”
Thankful for mine, I still do.
Never question the value of a helmet.
I will go out today and buy a new helmet. I think I’ll purchase the same brand and style as I did a year ago, it having already proved its worth.
Despite the crash, I am looking forward to riding out the remainder of the summer. I’ll probably ride a little slower and with a little more caution and, hopefully, no more injuries.
There are far better ways to spend a Sunday than sitting in an emergency room.
06/29/2020 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.
One reply on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
I am very glad you wore ‘that brain bucket” and it protected you.