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: March 2022
We are all human.
We all have the right
to be human. We see,
we know, we feel when
rights are violated
in this country or any
country. What will you
do about it? Now.
We are all human.
03/10/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on March 9, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You would not wish to become this involved
in a world that will swallow you whole.
It is the bigger picture.
How should we speak of the atrocities or
comprehend what we witness? Or fear?
Instant exposure to the elements;
the greed, the power or violence.
It is all in the details.
Why do you mask your shame, ask
forgiveness, yet accept no blame?
You won’t speak.
You can’t breathe.
Underserved emotions with ancillary needs.
The capacity is no longer there.
The effort, at best, is trial and error.
Watching an abject failure of humanity.
What will you do with your anger when
sentiment becomes a part of the process?
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on March 8, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Last year’s mementos,
this year’s reminders.
Time after time,
we will walk on by
knowing the colours
will come back.
Time changes things.
03/08/2022 j.g.l.
