Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
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.
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.