We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?
05/30/2023 j.g.l.
Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?
05/23/2023 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.
Innocence bathes each shadow
the spaces in-between
Quiet
save gentle birdsong
morning shades senses with
an untranslatable comfort
Mind awash
with appreciation
for what is and
all it may be
This is the now
we have dreamt upon
the moment we wake
the day
we paint shadows and
the spaces between
Substance full of light and
authenticity
the soul is both
a canvas and a palette
Spirit moves
in wide swaths or
provides delicate accents of
hope
confidence
and forgiveness
Embrace change
as you do history family
and honesty
Your thoughts
breath and being
full of kindness
compassion and creativity
What colour
will you be
today?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
something new every day
spread the words
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.
