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: July 2020
july heat
emotional drought
no wherewithal
no where without
an oppressive breeze
commanding so much
of your will
barely breathing
standing still
wilting in between
what must be done
and all you can’t
merciless sun
painful at times
temperatures deny
any sleep at night
no rest no rain
no relief in sight
07/28/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on July 27, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
One day to the next, Monday
and the rest, week after week
after week, the months begin
to slide together. One goes,
another soon gone, we’ve been
at this thing for far too long.
Have things improved?
Is an end in sight? Do we even
dream night after night? Or
is it still the same as it was?
Has it been four or five months
of knowing less than we did
and not as much as we should?
Have we dealt with it reasonably,
or did we just do what we could?
07/27/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on July 26, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
These pandemic days have drastically reduced so many time-honoured summer activities, but reading need not be one of them.
There is more light, more silence, and more time to settle in to a good read.
I’ve got a few books on the go; at least two of them have been on my reading list for far too long. They soon, like summer, will be done.
What are you reading today?
07/26/2020 j.g.l.
