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.
Observations, intuition, random thoughts on specific events, a mouthful of complications, a soul full of grief and goodness; each day I write.
I write every damn day.
It is what I do.
Lately I’ve been thinking more on what I write, or what I am doing as a writer, a poet, and a human being. I think it comes with the territory; how can you write what you are thinking, if you don’t acknowledge your thoughts?
Day by day, we all collect snippets of information (seemingly valuable at the time) that eventually clutter our thoughts. It is not knowledge, but something we know.
Trivia or truth, it matters not, eventually we lose track if we don’t keep track.
We often forget important things, beautiful things, and stuff that matters. Truth. We all do.
Sometimes some things go amiss unless we make a conscious point of remembering.
I choose to write it down.
Sometimes my daring perception is bang on the mark, other times it reads like unadulterated lunacy and, yes, my dyslexia gets involved and there are typos and errant punctuation and occasionally my participles dangle.
My words are out there for all to see and that is okay with me; I am human. The errors and misgivings are mine, I own them, and I am accountable for them.
Does it make a difference?
Will you read, tomorrow, what I write today?
Words have a purpose and are written for a reason. The written word is there to inform, to entertain, or to remind (how many times have you forgotten something at the grocery mart because you didn’t write it on the list?).
My words are an account of my journey on this planet, and I keep writing them, I keep changing them… I keep demanding of them.
I write so I won’t forget.
It’s not like I write because I am. It’s more: I write because I know who I am.
And I am here, every day.
I write every day.
I hope you’ll come back to read tomorrow.
05/06/2019 j.g.l.
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.
2 replies on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
“It’s not like I write because I am. It’s more: I write because I know who I am.”
Love this.
Thank you for writing J.G.
Thank you for reading, my friend.