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: June 2018
Your memories of who your father was will change over time.
My father is no longer with me, but memories are always there.
My father was always there. He was always there for me.
That is the important thing, for me, to remember.
In doing so, by being there, my father taught me to always be there for my daughter.
It is the biggest lesson I have ever learned.
It is the greatest friendship I will ever possess.
Always a father, and always a friend.
Today I am reminded.
06/17/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 16, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Why are we moving so quickly?
Why is everything always a blur?
Why does it feel like things never get done?
Today, take a little break from all your perceived responsibilities.
Do half of the things you think you should, and less of things you normally would.
And do them slowly
Let time seep into the cracks.
This is the weekend damn it, you need time for your self.
Slow it down.
Life doesn’t have to move quite so quickly.
Enjoy the pace. Avoid the race.
06/16/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 15, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
The moment comes.
You. Unprepared.
Forsooth, even dialogue
run time or again
on bated breath
in not complete,
or available.
Or forthcoming.
It is not true, not then.
Vulnerable as you are
to say goodbye,
you do.
Reality viscerally
bestows itself
in the pregnant pause.
Mouth gaping.
Heart clings to life.
Feeling the words is easy.
Saying them
never is.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
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