We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 j.g.l.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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.
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
