Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
What comes down, will rise up.
Bigger. Bolder.
Our landscape changing,
skyline ever altered.
Inner-city condominiums.
Premium space.
Deconstruction,
Reconstruction.
High-density population.
Real estate speculation.
Urban renewal.
Gentrification respects nothing
except
value per square foot.
Market increases,
rising cost of living.
The price we pay
for shelter.
Housing.
Home is not
what it used to be.
Communities no longer.
Branded neighborhoods.
Where we live, how we live and
how we want to live.
Commodity. Investment.
What we can afford in this
widening income inequality
What can we afford?
04/12/2022 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
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.