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: August 2019
Another life lost, again.
It happens in this city,
and it happens again
and again.
Guns are everywhere.
Crime is everywhere.
You wake to the news.
Homicide.
You hear about it, again
and again.
Again it happened,
someone was killed
last night in this city
A man was shot, again,
and it will happen again.
08/22/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on August 21, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We seek shelter, a leafy tree,
tenement steps, even pressing closer
to a random building
in hopes we may be spared.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Ignoring the signs, we forget the distinction
between lightning and thunder,
not counting the seconds between,
or caring.
Overcast, overcome with the immediacy
of the moment. Summer weather
a reminder of the turmoil we live with,
or clouds we live under.
A day as promising as a politician’s smile,
just as deceiving. Unnoticed, but not
unexpected. Forced,
by chance, to deal with inclement emotions
and torrential pain. Crushing humidity,
atmospheric pressure bucking
under its own weight. Our thoughts
hold us hostage.
Days rarely go as planned.
Night will come, as surely as our breath.
Here we are, huddled with strangers,
waiting out another storm.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 20, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You can’t tell why,
but you know
you must.
Listen
Beyond silence
there is a voice you have
come to trust.
Be cognizant, be careful,
be clear.
When your soul speaks,
only you will understand.
08/20/209 j.g.l.
