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 2018
We are promise.
We are progress.
We are potential.
Each of us a parcel
of kinetic energy
open to change.
Transformation.
‘Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see’.
Anything can happen,
potentially.
Whatever we’ll be, we’ll be.
*Que Sera Sera.
11/18/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on November 17, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
This is where we live.
These are the lives we
have been gifted.
There are memories
we do not own, but
share with spirits greater
than physical presence
could ever be.
This is where we live.
This is what we have
been given.
11/17/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on November 16, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It arrives,
not with the bravado of an
ominous weather forecast,
but peacefully this time.
This time. Snow:
always on its own terms
the stillness it offers
is accepted. Silently. Now.
Captivating beauty
for a spell.
Gentle inspiration.
Newfound solitude
is a gift. Take a moment.
Today speaks softly;
night may have other ideas.
Morning may tell
a different story.
11/16/2018 j.g.l.
