sunlight navigates its way
between
what was and what
is still to come
friday
not just any day
you find the freedom
to notice
transformation happening
as it should
look up
will you see what you should
or observe
all you have neglected
04/26/2024 j.g.l.
Qualifying questions, remedial response.
Knowledge of situations often haunt.
What we know or have been told.
We tell ourselves we just don’t know.
Answers formed by thoughts untold.
Rumour and misinformation often sold.
Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.
Bare truth and logic will get in the way.
04/22/2024 j.g.l.
Current Thoughts
Open your mouth, let words
bypass lips. Converse consciously
to brethren or bystanders.
Reach out to
close friends gone amiss.
Be not afraid, not now, of
articulating current thoughts and
accomplishments of which
you are proud, and even your sins
(for we have all owned a few)
might seem far less tragic
from an altered point of view.
Give fresh voice
to insecurities and anxieties hidden
within your self, speak highly of
those dusty dreams
languishing on a shelf.
Past sullen moments cast a
lengthy shadow, short-term
expectations tend to dull down
long-term possibilities.
Talk freely around all you want,
or hope, or desire to be.
Each intention will resonate
with those who wholly believe.
Understanding takes effort.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.
April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch
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.
I hope this finds you well; it has
been a while. Far too long.
These days, it seems we all have
something else to do with so little
time to ourselves. It is as it is.
I am wondering (I often do) how,
and where, you are. I have
misplaced your address;
(I’m like that, you probably know)
if you remember I’m disorganized
at the best of times. Why don’t you
send me a letter; an open-ended
conversation with a friend who
wants to know how you are being
treated in the only life we have.
Fill your cup with tea, sink into
a comfortable place, let the pencil
guide you across the vacant page.
No doubt, things will come to mind
you never meant to mention.
Let me know where you have been
or what you have done. Let me know
you are safe. Fill a page with everyday
thoughts (even those not so chaste).
Do you ever get lonely? Do you still
do what you used to do, now you
have changed? Remember when we
wanted to change the world? Did we
make a dent? (I think I am still trying).
Tell me your story in as much detail
as you wish. There is always
something we are dying to say. It is
not always easy. It’s not always clear
(I know). Maybe, by writing it down
you will feel that freedom (again).
Never before had we had difficulty
communicating, then it all stopped.
Give me a few moments of your
precious time. Share with me a letter;
I can only promise I will reply.
04/29/2019 j.g.l.
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
it is as it is
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.