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.
Just before four
Or just after
Half moon on the midway
Floodlights dimmed
Excitement gone with the crowd
The Ferris wheel rests
For the night
A time
When a stranger
May more likely meet
A knife
Than a smile
When the power of the sun is
Nowhere to be seen
Nowhere known
Yet the heat is still present
Persistent
Reflected and refracted
From downtown concrete
The air humid
Dark
Suffocating
Blocks away
A high-rise set amongst the clouds
Above the quiet
Of long-gone crowds
Lovers unite
Dissolve against
One another
Sensual shivers
In spite of the heat
Sweat on the brow
Sweat on the sheets
Awake or
Awaken
What it was
It still is
Even the distance knows
Still in the city
Still is not calm
Humanity tucked away from it all
Asleep
Others are not
Tormented souls wander the night
Confounded by loneliness
Emptiness
Worthlessness
Restless youth
Careless and not knowing
Where they should be
Where they are
Silent as a shadow
And just as flat
They wait temporarily
Time
After Time
Just after four
Or just before
Someone smiles like a knife
Someone
Tonight will fall
Beyond the dreams that lovers hold
Beyond the dreams they once were sold
Out of time
Out of place
Out of synch with the human race
Lives now dimmed or cower
Out of sight
Out of morals
Out of light
Unsuspecting souls
Who know no fate
Will soon make certain
An unknown place
Beyond the silence
Beyond the sight
Someone else
Will fall tonight
When lovers dissolve
When lovers unite
©2015 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.