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.
Month: December 2016
Again
Eyes rubicund and bleary, ears
resonating with a day’s worth
of corporate clamour and
the bullshit involved; feet tired
from standing up to it all,
I arrive home. Bed unmade,
purposely so, in hopes the comfort
last found in this sanctuary
remains with dreams contained
within the linen’s creases. Quilt
sewn with patches of humanity,
my true psyche lays latent in a
downy pillow’s indent, coming alive
only when I am prepared
to give up on anything hindering
peaceful presence. Frustrations
stripped off with my clothing, I
attempt to tuck in my sorted genius
long enough to allow
anything that matters
matter. Horizontally, blood
no longer rushing frantically,
languid breath, eyelids shut
preventing stray light
from staining my darkness, I
return to familiar, yet unknown,
treasures of a dormant state.
Until I wake, only to have to go
through this life, again.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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Move
at your own speed,
choose your own
direction,
glisten in the light
as you see fit.
Show off
your unique shape,
rough edges or sharp,
and don’t be afraid
of falling
or uniting with others
to whip up a storm.
Know
when the season
is right.
Stick around
for a while, but
don’t overstay
your welcome.
A snowflake
reminds us
of a purpose
and a place.
j.g.l.
Was yesterday
all it needed to be?
Will today be enough?
You don’t have to decide
right now, you always
have time. What
is coming your way?
Is there ever enough time?
Maybe you are not
a morning person, but
that shouldn’t stop you
from appreciating sunrise.
You’ll decide if it is enough,
in your own time.
j.g.l.
