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 2018
Is it the rhythm, the words, or the notes? The song comes back, again, finding its way into your head. Into your heart. It has been there before. Many times. Different times, at various stages of your life; unfamiliar lovers, those from the past. Now. Gone. The song is still there. ‘I’m not sure all these people understand.’ They didn’t. Maybe this one will. You still try to comprehend the circumstance, but the lyrics and that rich, purposeful melody take over. At 3:19 nothing else matters. Not even sleep. Not at the moment. ‘Nightswimming’ deserves a quiet night.
j.g.l.
Posted on May 26, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I can’t even
give you this day,
the gift is already yours
to do as you wish.
But I’ll share it with you,
even those moments
I’d prefer to keep
to myself.
05/26/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on May 25, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Who will write the eulogies
for those taken far too early? Too
young, unsuspecting, trusting
it was just another day.
Cheeks flush with joyous youth
never again revealed. At seventeen
you never know what lays ahead;
still once they had a chance.
How will we write the eulogies
for those now reported dead?
Where will we find the words
lost in prayer, ignored in protest,
or excuses plentiful as guns;
empty as a classroom desk.
We know, only, we never know
when we will last inhale.
Who will write the eulogies
for those left behind. Will they
remember the despair of that day,
or will it be forgotten as we deal
with yet another tragedy, another
unscripted war on a world long ago
stripped of its innocence, grasping
now to any shred of benevolence.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
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