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.
I keep my skateboard in the trunk of my car. It doesn’t take up much space.
When I moved to Toronto, my car was packed with everything I believed I needed:clothing, cameras, records, a computer, and my art.
Somehow I found room for my skateboard.
I haven’t used it a lot lately. I did take it out one day after work, after the multi-level parkade had been power washed. Something told me it was time to ride.
Before that, the biggest ride was outside of Thunder Bay on my way to Toronto. The road leading up to the Terry Fox memorial statue had just been repaved. I couldn’t help myself, and pulled out the board and cruised down the switchbacks.
It was exhilarating!
There was nobody around, it was early, and so I climbed the steps and did it again, and again, a little more daring each time. It all came back to me.
My skateboard rests in the trunk of the car, it is there to be used, but doesn’t have to be used all the time (but it can be).
The skateboard reminds me of what I can do if I want, when I want.
Just because you don’t do something doesn’t mean you can’t. There are some things you know that just can’t be unknown (I think I have learned that the hard way).
The skateboard reminds me that every once in awhile you should do something to get your blood pumping again. It’s not that I want to relive my youth as much as to be reminded I am still young.
07/17/2017 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.