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
When the fog lifts
will it show what it hides
inside
our comfortable homes
and uncomfortable lives
When the morning lights
will we see what is
within
our tangible disappointments
and inequitable sins
When the night moves
will you still find me there
will you
offer your wisdom
or a cold vacant stare
j.g.l.
01/23/2018
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Full Moon,
fingernail Moon;
no Moon at all.
New Moon silent,
its powers obscured, but
the aura can be felt.
Of course it inspires.
It always does.
j.g.l.
06/06/2019
Soft voices. Gentle expression.
Grief fastened to each whisper,
ever the sentiment.
This is not the first time.
Sympathy flows, reservoir of
emotion. Kindness embraced.
Soothing words
the placebo effect, for nothing
replaces what you know.
Nothing exists now
to compare it to.
This is not the last time.
Ever the thought, ever
the imperative. Before, of course,
we had the time.
j.g.l.
05/01/2018
