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 2020
Lifeless mitten lays in wait. Abandoned, stiff
atop a crunchy snow bank. The sidewalk
passes by, unknowing. Throbbing red fingers,
a child’s frostbitten hand, shiver beneath a
coat sleeve. Somewhere. Seeking warmth,
comfort against winter’s harsh reality.
Unclaimed. A mitten separated from its
purpose. We all, young and older, leave
pieces of ourselves scattered throughout time.
Paperbacks, pens, sunglasses, yoga mats,
carelessly or accidentally discarded.
A laundromat sock with no mate.
Possessions or promises, more lost
than found. Feelings, emotions cast
astray. Hopelessly lost. A lone mitten,
pieces of ourselves. Where do we
go when a bit of us is missing, when
our purpose is unrealized?
Where then, when we seek warmth.
are we? Waiting to be reunited with
missing parts? Another hand to hold?
Another day. Our fingers still numb, the
lone mitten still there. The sidewalk
passes by. We remain incomplete.
j.g.l.
02/18/2015.
sit with me
no need to talk
or tell me opinions
excuses
to justify time
gone by
silence
even with undertones
is enough
presence is more
sit with me
that is all
it is everything
in a world rushing to
find out why
take a seat
for no other reason
than
being there
i will not say
a word
quiet
is enough
the right type of silence
sit with me
j.g.l. 04/12/2018
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If we don’t listen,
we will never hear
the unexpected whispers
that come from
unexplained sources.
If we don’t look,
we might not recognize
that which rests
in plain sight
for all to see.
If we don’t speak,
we can never experience
the joy of giving voice
to the compelling
thoughts within.
If we don’t confess,
we may never truly realize
the calm that arrives
with wholehearted
forgiveness.
j.g.l.
09/07/2015
