Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 j.g.l.
When you are not ready to say
all you need to say, you remain
unable to feel all you are
meant to feel.
Joy, relief, compassion,
beliefs, unobtainable all in the
truest sense. Your solitude, like
a sin, stays locked inside.
Unbidden, personal inquisition
only you can reply to, abiding
precious time.
09/03/2024 j.g.l.
Treat others
as you would
treat yourself.
Share when you can.
Kindness has no season,
but is best served
with appreciation.
Gratitude does not
need a reason, but
the taste will last
a very long time.
Be thankful.
09/02/2024 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.
I bought a new rain jacket last week.
Given the forecast for the week ahead, and the one we’ve just been through, I’m pretty sure it’s a good investment.
Quite simply, in recent days, I’ve been drenched one too many times by unexpected downpours (even though the weather reports said to expect rain).
You can only chance it for so long, and me without an umbrella.
I used to have a couple — a selection actually of dependable rain garments but they were never there when needed, then never there at all.
Where did they go?
It took several stops at several stores to find a jacket that was rainproof and not just “rain repellent”, and high tech without being high-priced.
I selected function over fashion, steering clear of recognizable logos and brand names, and ended up with a rather boring grey jacket.
So far, it works when it should, and does what it needs to do.
Practicality is my fashion statement.
07/12/2021 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.