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: April 2022
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
Posted on April 11, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Mercy, like liberty, is so often
beyond our grasp. Emotionally
we have each known despair,
an undue imbalance a time or
two. Consider those who
still may be there.
Gentle words, an extended hand,
dear benevolent being, will
forever make a difference.
We must have beginnings
to have endings. Kindness, like
gratitude, is a virtuous start.
04/11/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on April 10, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Not all moments are nice, or
warm, or necessary.
Still, they must be written
when the time is right.
Poetry is history, more than
it is memory.
Don’t just recall the moment,
remember its value.
Write on.
04/10/2022 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Mon
