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: November 2017
your thoughts change
different thoughts
varied thought
minute to hour
day by day
your own thoughts
your own way
you own your thoughts
your thoughts can change
or change you
change your thoughts
change your mind
change your ways
change with time
take time for thought
change of thought
sometimes a thought
is all you’ve got
11/24/2017 j.g.l.
Thank you is a beautiful phrase.
No matter how quickly it is said,
or whatever the occasion, you
cannot overlook the gratitude or
appreciation.
I know I don’t say it enough, and
I have so much to be thankful for.
We all do.
Repeat those words more often,
and not just today. Let’s make
thanksgiving an everyday event.
Thank you.
11/23/2017 j.g.l.
Collar upturned, scarf scratching
against the skin, eyes tearing as furious winds
find their way, we protect ourselves
from the intermittently indifferent month
of November. As only we can.
Atmosphere duly moistened
by pent up frustration in joys not found,
unfostered friendships, and decline
in the value of our self-worth,
deceit flows freely in these darker hours.
Our hardened hearts impervious
to even favoured words, we can hardly
hear ourselves speak, and better we not.
Each question delivered during these days
cannot summon an answer; even decisions
arrived at in November will wait.
December, with its warmer spirit and
delicate snow is then a softer month
for broken promises or shattered hearts.
We count not the days, but tolerate
this month of indecision, our time instead
sorting out emotions, impositions,
and lack of interest.
How does it feel from the inside?
The bitter cold slams against our silhouette,
while souls cry out for attention, admonition,
gentle hands or comfortable shoulder.
Even young bones creak loudly against
this change of season.
Even old souls forever remember
the intolerable month of November.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
