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: December 2020
say it
soon
say what you mean
mean what you say
12/04/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on December 3, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What do you know?
Will you learn today?
Can you remember
lessons of the past?
The more you think
you know, the less
you seem to learn.
What have you learned?
How could you know?
12/02/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on December 2, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You are not alone.
Others, too, have walked this path.
Physically distanced,
yet right there. Or almost. Emotionally
where heartbreak meets uncertainty.
Who hasn’t walked this way?
If not the same direction
perhaps the same purpose.
Never-ending sidewalks
of this filthy society, whatever the place.
Each of us affected
by movement, passive motion or demand.
Broken strides, we continue to try.
Do you experience pain?
Panhandling our feelings,
we all beg for attention.
If not to be noticed,
if only as if to belong somewhere.
Every one of us has
lived through a discomfort. Emotions
will only allow a certain levity.
How can I know your story?
My route has been similar
if it has not been the same.
©2020 j.g. lewis
