Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
refusal
she insists
on finding beauty
in my madness
a lover, yes
she will not be turned away
yet I, in my cowardice
refuse
her longing
refuse to accept
linear and lyrical poetry
consistency
gentle ways
deep caring eyes
yet
all I see is compromise
I say I dream
she says she understands
how
is that possible
if I don’t
and don’t want to
conversations
between the lines
more pronounced
or definite
daydreams mid-sentence
even I
can’t interpret
not
wanting
the responsibility
I refuse distractions
unable to look
beyond a certain end
below the surface
past bruises and invisible scars
I have no shame
in what’s there
hidden more beneath the skin
I just don’t want to
talk about it
©2015 j.g. lewis
