Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
I wish to leave
my shadow behind,
no longer
do I require a reminder
of where I am.
Translucent darkness
with rough edges, its ability
to stretch the truth
serves no purpose.
I am tired of its lazy ways,
the constant need
for attachment
and a deviant reflection
of where I stand.
Never knowing
its own direction, this shadow
has seen too much of me,
hiding when I could
use support,
believing it knows me
all too well, and carrying
the scent
of my scattered past.
A shadow only follows,
more suitable for
someone else to hide away.
Darkness,
I’m not going there.
I see the light.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
