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: November 2022
Daily we make up our lies with
pieces of the truth, indemnifying
ourselves from the current reality.
Hesitancy takes time, various stages
of indecision come back to hinder.
Arbitrary illusions provide a depth
only the imagination will grant.
Seize the moment, the inspiration,
in the obvious unaccounted for.
Can you face up to the falsities?
Time heals all wounds, but only if
you loosen the bandages, only if
you believe you have been hurt.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 29, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
tomorrow is another chance
but what about today?
11/29/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on November 28, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.
Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.
Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.
11/28/2022 j.g.l.
