Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 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.
Just Like It Seems
Posted on April 27, 2016 by j.g.lewis
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When does a wave become a wave and when
is it only water When does a thought
become an idea or when is it simply fodder for creations and goals
is it only a dream when is what is
just as it seems
If you know what you know and still can’t see through
do you wait and only wonder if there is more you can do
Where are the signs you have got it all wrong
if you think through the process and it seems too far gone
Who can decide if you can’t see your self
What can you say when there is no one to tell
Does blood in the vein know you exist
will the heart continue beating beyond the eclipse Can August as
we know it ever spill into June
and how can forever feel like it is soon
How could we tell through the sun-drenched illusions
Why would I stop you
from jumping
to conclusions
When does a breath become a sharp gasp and how
will you know if it will be your last
So little is written and so much is said
you can’t pull it together nor find a thread of truth
beyond passion a sole purpose you know
How can you be sure when you say it is so
Do you take words at face value can you
know what they mean
you speak them so often just like it seems
science keeps trying to convince us the sun will get hotter
Will it bring us more waves or
bring us
more water
?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
One reply on “Just Like It Seems”
This is my brain… every morning at 3am. What a beautiful piece this is.