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: June 2022
Little bird: sparrow, starling,
wren, or any such tiny creature.
Existing within the concrete
and clutter of the inner city,
seeking seeds, shelter, and
a place to call home.
Like all of us.
A song sounding familiar, a
story often told, it wants to
be heard. Shouting out to its
peers, or strangers passing by
on the sidewalk below,
it wants to be noticed,
like all of us.
Tiny birds, common but not
indistinguishable, some have
braved the elements. Struggling
through an honest winter,
patiently waiting for calm days
and the warmth of summer.
Like all of us.
06/06/2022 j.g.l.
I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry, cry, cry
-Annie Lennox
How many mass shootings
will it take for people to begin
answering the questions they
so freely ask?
It is not enough to simply ask.
Every answer is important if
it creates a discussion that
leads to a future solution.
Until then, it is only words.
06/05/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on June 4, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Why are we moving so quickly?
Why is everything always a blur?
Why does it feel like things never get done?
Today, take a little break from all your perceived responsibilities.
Do half of the things you think you should, and less of things you normally would.
And do them slowly
Let time seep into the cracks.
This is the weekend damn it, you need time for your self.
Slow it down.
Life doesn’t have to move quite so quickly.
Enjoy the pace. Avoid the race.
06/16/2018 j.g.l.
