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.
My page is blank. My mind is numb.
There is not much to say today. I, at least, have very little to contribute to the topic of the day
Perhaps I am a little shocked, or stunned, but know I shouldn’t be. I have said (not loudly and not to a lot of people) that Donald Trump could become the next president of the United States of America. I’ve said it a couple of times, at different times, throughout the campaign.
Even yesterday I was not dismissing the possibility. I even said it out loud.
I made the statement as an observer, as one who has watched and observed politics for many years. Election campaigns are often baffling, but made for some of my most exciting days in my former newspaper career. Much of the time I hated the politics, but enjoyed the race leading up to an election. I loved the challenge and I was energized by the chase.
I’ve only had the experience of covering Canadian politics. We do things differently here. American politics, for me, has more been entertainment or a chance to learn about issues on the global scale.
The USA. has been, is, and will continue to be, a major force in how this planet functions.
I respect that.
And I respect what happened yesterday. I have to respect what happened because I believe in democracy and I believe in the right to vote. Majority rules. The people have spoken.
So I respect the principal, but find it hard to respect the results.
Yes I think it’s sad, and I don’t at all like it, and I believe those people who voted the way they did were not even considering what would happen in the coming days, months and years. I’m not sure if they realize how bad it will get before their America can be great again.
Do they not remember the collapse of the financial markets in 2008? Do they not remember the devastation of the global economy? Do they not remember the recession that followed?
What happened in 2008 (it wasn’t that long ago) was an economic crisis that was born in the USA and it devalued currencies across the globe. The United States took it the worst, and recovery took much longer than expected. Has the country even recovered?
I haven’t recovered. I know what happened in 2008 affected me personally, and not just financially. I know some of my plans, dreams, and goals were lost in the last economic meltdown.
I know we must all be prepared to lose even more whether we live in the USA or not.
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.