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.
A wish for words more delicate and
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind,
you are no longer (or never have been)
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth,
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.
04/15/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
flaws and all
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
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.
It is unfortunate that we fail to see imperfections as differences, mistakes as learning opportunities, and strangers as potential allies.
It’s confusing at times — working our way through an ever-present caution — as we encounter fewer and fewer people who seem to be making a wholehearted effort in trying to communicate beyond the day-to-day expectations of a society which appears to accept less and less.
How often have you tried to open up beyond the madness? How often have you been shut down?
How often do you feel held back by the lack of honesty, or humanity, expressed in the come and go of all you know?
So now where are you, as much of the world is staring down at the screen and waiting for some sort of a signal? If you are off trying to explore what might be there, how will you know if that sign has arrived?
How will you know you have had all you can have if you still do not know all that you want?
How can you show gratitude when you find fewer and fewer souls willing to accept a certain kind of kindness?
As the year stretches further, and the days grow still darker, all you can find is your self.
There is still time, be patient.
A lot can happen when you least expect.
12/04/2017 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.