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.
Month: April 2015
season of senses
after winter’s long shadow
has been
washed away
by April’s glistening rain
errant patches of low-lying clouds
linger aloft
you can feel the frothy edges
stars shine through
freckles on a lover’s skin
peeking out from comfortable sheets
the scent of spring
midnight disappeared gently
serene streets
senses soothed
This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.
Posted on April 3, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
one a penny, two a penny
doesn’t buy much
the rhyme remains
but times have changed
hot cross buns
This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.
Posted on April 2, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Forever
Scrappy branches of barren trees
scratch against October’s crisp
cobalt sky.
Moonlight
and a mother’s bedroom lamp
paint screaming banshees
across the lawn.
Winds heighten
to an eerie squeal.
She leans in, pulling a safety pin
from her ear.
Tussled hair, the scent of patchouli
and cigarettes. Her lips
taste of the night.
A safety pin punctures
the denim jacket’s collar.
Forever.
A poignant promise
from a shadow too young to notice,
not old enough to know.
Long ago.
Still, now,
I wear a safety pin on my jacket,
if only to remember
the taste of the night,
and the smell of autumn.
©2015 j.g. lewis
This month it’s all about poetry.
Something new every day.
