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: April 2018
Perhaps the soul
is your fridge door, a
consistent spot to place
random drawings or snapshots
of those you love. Amidst
grocery lists, greasy
fingerprints, unpaid parking
tickets, love notes with assorted
reminders or mementos,
you find all important things.
Like poetry taped up
over the years, and left to
weather time or the next event,
there are irrelevant, yet
intentional examples of life
as it happens. Open the door,
see the light, there are
good things inside.
04/09/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on April 8, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Hymn cast into
the collective solitude.
Congregation hoping, believing,
in the word of their God.
Sanctuary.
Sunday service.
Beliefs; a powerful word
for those who apply,
or question, faith.
Choir fills the room,
‘not by might, not by pow-er’,
but by belief
multiple voices may
make a difference.
Solidarity amidst the singularity
in which we live our days,
to when
you find your spirit.
04/08/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on April 7, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
where does your mind go
on the
afternoon
after
the night before
after
the shower
after the pleasantries
after
a hurried attempt
at conversation
over breakfast
with someone
you
barely know
few words spoken
the night before
after
desire did
what it often does
or does
on occasion
friday turns to saturday
you don’t notice
in the darkness
afterwards
in a stranger’s bed
after the passion
little is said
04/07/2018 j.g.l.
