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: September 2019
We can do more
than we think we can,
more than they tell us.
We can be more
than what they
expect from us.
We are more than we
expect from ourselves,
and so much more
than we allow
ourselves to be.
09/30/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on September 29, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Information comes to us fast and furiously these days, especially during an election campaign (as we are experiencing, right now, in Canada)
Every day, several times a day, we’ve got one politician or another promoting ideas and ideologies to purportedly make this country, and this world, a better place. We hear statistics, platitudes, monetary projections, party platforms and outright innuendo counter to the reality we are living with.
Many times it is practiced and polished, and oftentimes it is simply wrong.
You have to listen deeply, and skeptically, to what comes out of the mouths of politicians. Despite the smiles, nothing can be taken at face value.
You, yourself, have got to find the facts behind the promises, the posturing, and the outright lies.
You have got to be informed.
You cannot count on the ignorance and arrogance we are forced to listen to day in and day out.
09/29/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on September 28, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Autumn. What a
beautiful word. Two syllables
that float from your mouth.
Mature. Earthy. Humble.
Autumn.
You can’t rush it; already
it moves too quickly
on its own. Perhaps this is why
memories of Autumn are so clear.
Crisp, concentrated, captured
in such little time.
Winter lasts so long, and
Spring takes a while before
it is even presentable. Summer
is always unpredictable, but
Autumn,
precious Autumn, arrives
and then leaves us enough life,
colour, and anticipation
to see us through
another year.
Autumn.
It can’t wait, but I do.
j.g.l.
