Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
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.
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.
countenance
my vision is clear
most of the time
i can see what is going on
past
present tense
and emotional graffiti
blurring my landscape
surpassing commonsense or
my peripheral understanding
of what is beyond
what is expected to be explored.
i look
daily searching for a message or
answer to existential confusion
yours and mine
it is a mixed up world
and we create a part of it
I can see that
as plain as they say
any damn day
what I can’t see
I will try to comprehend
04/09/2021 j.g.l.
