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
How far off is the horizon,
how close will it get?
What has changed
since you rearranged priorities
set out before realizing
the distance?
Difficulties are not obvious.
Perception.
What can appear to be isolated
may soon seem familiar,
depending on the
vantage point.
04/20/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on April 19, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Discipline required, intent
or epoch mired by politics and
petty grievance. Days move
swiftly or slowly. I try
to keep up or stay ahead of a
variety of calamities.
Patience is not simply waiting,
but knowing when the time is
right. What should be done
today could easily wait until
Wednesday, or June,
when the weather then
may be more fitting than a day
when nothing seems right.
I wonder. If all I am doing
is standing still, am I being
patient or lazy?
How much time is unwillingly
wasted on baited breath as we
all work our way towards
certain death? It is only a
matter of time. How often are
you reminded?
Are you rushing ahead,
or waiting patiently?
04/19/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on April 18, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Too little time or
too much poetry,
can it not be
neither or both?
Are our dreary
days not better
measured by
stanzas or lines?
If any question
has a real answer
is it not easier
solved in a poem?
04/18/2021 j.g.l.
