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j.g. lewis

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Pick up what’s left of the shadow that has been trailing you for a week or three, the one you have noticed even when the sun hasn’t been shining as it should.

   Of course there have been distractions (there always is), even as your nerves are beginning to fray, and all those anxieties still follow you, surprisingly so, on any old day.

   Intermittent rain washes away hopes and plans dreamed on and diminished now. Still, you have the time and, more importantly, you have the mind to make it all happen. You’ve got something more important to say.

 

10/14/2023                                                                                                                               j.g.l.

 

on its own

Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.

© 2016 j.g. lewis
                                                   

Mondays are just young Fridays

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                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.

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April was Poetry Month

Posted on May 1, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

YOU do not write
                                   POETRY
                                   POETRY writes itself

You are there only to guide words
        direct thoughts onto the page
YOU
are nothing more than a conduit
                 The words are the words

I’ve been trying
                                 to write poetry
for years
now
a realization my fault
                 was in trying

Struggling with and strangling
                      what should have come out
Trying too hard
to change
what comes naturally
or to alter what is there

If you try too hard, with a poem,
or with poetry,
                               it loses immediacy
                               it lacks authenticity

Poetry must be effortless, and
that takes an effort. To let the words flow
you must allow space
                                             on the page
in your life

for poetry

Of course, there are other things
we must concern ourselves with
                                  racism and riots
and wars
                               a global economy
squeezing the shit
out of people unable
to defend themselves
against capitalism and crime;
                                               greed;
                                  politic(ian)s;
                                      hypocrisy;
varied faces of evil
arriving daily on our doorstep

We must guard
against such trials
we must pay bills and
support those trying to support us

Might we be better able
to do so
                 with poetry
Maybe, just maybe, a few words
          of beauty and significance
          each day
would better prepare us for
battles we chose, or chose not

Poetry is an effective elixir
for all that ails
giving voice to our vulnerabilities, and fears
strength to our struggles and
ballast to our bliss.
It may provide a few moments in the day
       where we can believe there is beauty
       and hope and honesty
       in the reality that tells us
       it cannot exist

With poetry
it can

YOU do not write
                                    POETRY
                                    POETRY rights YOU
©2015 j.g. lewis

 

 

Last month was all about the poetry.

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