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 2021
4:57 a.m.
at this hour
few are awake
fewer will notice
from warm beds
high above the streets
only the streetlights know
silence or the night chill
or both
quiet as can be
in a city that never sleeps
in a park that always listens
at a time for mysteries
of this natural state
sleep
darkness will soon be over
daylight will hide the secrets
the world will wake
and few will wonder
where you have been
04/02/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
poetry every day
Posted on April 1, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
No generalities.
We seek
a tangible measure
of anything specific
to know whom we are, even
where we have been.
Because
we want
some sort of control
over any aspect of our life that
becomes accessible to all.
Is nothing private?
We keep
thoughts to ourselves,
secrets if possible; because
we can,
if we can.
We need
to breath independently,
each mouthful of air.
Inhale.
Hold it,
own it,
as long as you can.
Exhale,
let it out.
Absolve yourself
of the guilt
of keeping things inside.
Try to break the cycle
again.
04/01/2021 j.g.l.
