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: May 2017
Beauty is a sandwich.
Or is it the trees
surrounding the picnic bench?
It is the lover
you are dining with,
or could it be
the solitude of eating
by yourself?
Beauty is delicious.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on May 19, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The incandescent fragrance of lilacs
hangs in the breeze, enhancing
silence, accentuating the freedom
of the sleeping city at 3 a.m.
A certain stillness, cars rest in suburban
driveways; toxic fumes dampened,
leaving little to blatantly disrupt the
balance of a slightly-starry night.
Restless romantics lay half-awake, alive
and questioning all likely answers
slipping through the window. For
just a while we breathe and sleep.
05/18/2017 j.g.l.
Posted on May 18, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
There are fewer distractions,
more silence or
less noise, limited people
to steal away oxygen
stoking the brain.
Conscious thought in a
less conspicuous manner,
room to breathe,
space to see
what can or cannot be.
If you decide.
Decisions are easier at night.
05/18/2017 j.g.l.
