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: February 2021
mid-winter depression a state of mind
comes with the cold
everything happens as it always has
you felt it less
when you were younger
thinking less of who you are
or what you had
and more of what comes next
it is surreal
a time of the year
when you don’t want to believe
what you were led to doubt
days-old snow and salt stains
suspended
as if nothing is happening
remains of the days
sediment of continual mistakes
the sentiment of our leftover pain
with mean-spirited weather
and the threat of more
there is no warmth
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Posted on February 9, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Curiosity inspires.
Visions flash,
sounds sparkle, ignite,
spontaneously combust.
Imagination on impulse,
intuition essential.
My attention is fleeting, but
can be held indefinitely
by shiny objects
and opportunity.
Big thoughts or simple wishes.
As a child
they called me
a daydreamer
like it was a bad thing.
02/09/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on February 8, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A wet card in the snow, welcome
words from a stranger. A smile.
The sentiment is appreciated in
trying times. We can all feel it.
“I hope today brings
you a little bit of joy!”
I don’t know anything about
‘the give warmth project’
but I love the message,
Stay warm + stay strong.
02/08/2021 j.g.l.
