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: November 2021
One last burst of courage
shocking beyond definition
for only a time.
A few moments into November, a few months
before a new year when January’s breath arrives
with darkness.
A bleak forecast.
Temperatures drop slowly
each night as days shorten;
notably noticeable in November’s most gradient scale of time.
We wake to this splendor only for a few days,
each sight promising more again next year.
Until then, more grey before winter white or worse.
©2021 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 2, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I find it hard
to accept changes
I am not responsible for.
So many things
remain out of my control:
– government policy
– the cost of butter
or blue jeans
– my allotted Scrabble tiles
– the weather
I cannot be held accountable
to actions not of my control.
It is not my intention
to be difficult.
I find it hard
to accept responsibility
for even my own changes.
11/02/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on November 1, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I’ve not been feeling like myself lately.
Everything, it seems, has been a little off, more difficult than usual (and how do you define “usual” in these extended pandemic days?) and nothing seems like it should be.
It has been this way too long.
I feel it.
I don’t like feeling this way.
I know I need to do something to change my ways, and I’ve taken it upon myself to begin today. As of right now, I’m now quite sure what I will do but I know I must begin with a new attitude.
It is a new week, and a new month. A New Moon is only a couple of days away and a new year arrives in two months time.
That must be good for something.
There is so much to be thankful for. It’s all about your attitude.
11/01/2021 j.g.l.
