You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 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.
nighttime itself
Posted on July 28, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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Conscious thought of a subconscious mind, interrupting
the darkness or absence of time
night thoughts are deceptive.
As scattered as they can be
they are real; darkness is as honest
as it is lonely, as remorseful as comforting.
Night thoughts.
Do they lead you to dreams, or are they derived from them?
The night is a question as much as an answer.
Night knows no apologies, nor offers excuses for simplicity
or indulgence.
A contradiction,
night is a many splendored thing.
It knows tears,
it knows laughter,
neither with overfamilarity or routine.
It is as it is.
You would be the change
It is personal.
Night offers the chance to say the same thing twice, but
denies an opportunity for the thought to hold
the same meaning all over again,
or for you to even make sense of the words.
Night knows daylight only as an interruption.
Night is free of distractions
except nighttime itself.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
