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 2019
Realization or rationalization,
half-truths we tell ourselves
to make it through the day.
Where are we
emotionally when dealing with
our current reality?
Half in, half out,
fully aware of indecision,
or lack of commitment
to an ideal
or undertaking,
Honesty.
Aren’t we better off knowing
where we stand, or
where we could,
than trying to figure out
how we got there? Honestly.
04/27/2019 j.g.l.
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
nothing to figure out
Posted on April 26, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
consider
thoughts
not as words
but as ripples
flowing
reflecting
resonating
a greater body
of work
consistent
fluid
unknown in
origin
infinite
in where
they end or
end up
04/26/2019 j.g.l
Posted on April 25, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Flowers remind us,
all at once, of beauty, of
fragility, and of the
colours that surround us;
even on those darker days.
Time, to a flower, is of
little consequence. Day
into night, they flourish,
until there is nothing left
but spirit and a shadow.
Life, for a flower, is shared
without compromise. We pay
little attention to how long,
until colour fades. A natural
state. All grace remains.
04/25/2019 j.g.l.
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
surrounded by colour
