Month: August 2022
Inspiration moves in slow motion these days… for me, any way, so it seems.
Concentration becomes negotiation, as I try, as I write, as I wish to communicate thoughts or ideals.
I’m trying to slow down, but my pencil moves to swiftly. My scrawl, at times unintelligible, it gets messy; but then so is life, at the moment.
So I continue writing, trying to adjust the pace, my sense of grace, or to simply find my place on the page, or otherwise.
08/28/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on August 27, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a commentWhat ever happened to
the peace and love we spoke of,
decades before? Our realism of idealism
before capitalism; humanity above profit.
Conscious thought. Truth.
Was this a concept
within a dream, altered by greed
and get-rich-schemes
that became the way of the world.
Do we know how it happened?
Can we understand? Why?
Each generation judges those before,
every generation knows a state of war.
This reality becomes hard
when the violence is right there
in your backyard. Fact.
Something is not the same.
We were young once. Age
now testimony to where we have been,
what have we witnessed, and
how we have failed those
who shall follow. Evolution.
How do we speak of freedom?
Can we hold a stranger’s hand?
Are weather-beaten symbols and
time-ravaged slogans relevant any more?
Honesty. Do we remember
how to make love, not war?
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Posted on August 26, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A new notebook: a place to contain my thoughts. A few pages of my last notebook remain, but now – right now – I need a fresh start.
I couldn’t wait for September (only days away) and I didn’t bother sharpening a new pencil.
I sit in the park with the pigeons, as the parents by the playground allow the children to frolic freely; I intend to do the same with my words and let my thoughts fill the page (maybe two or three), a smattering of poetry, or just words of interest (if only to me).
Write now; right now.
08/26/2022 j.g.l.