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 2023
We don’t have to look far.
04/21/2023 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
what will you find?
If night is meant for dreaming
where do daytime thoughts flow?
If travel takes you elsewhere
how often do you think of home?
If you search for a sense of belonging
will you find common minds who care?
If you seek a destination
how will you know you are there?
04/20/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on April 19, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Often in the night
you can’t let go of the day. It is not a problem, or concern,
mainly it is the way you think instead of dream.
You plan, you scheme.
You fit words
into the spaces.
It is not uncommon, each night and often, to stare and search
for comfort in thoughts that should be dreams.
You can’t let go of the day. You simply don’t know
what to say to each circumstance that has, then, become a concern.
Often. Then is no moral or resolution to take hold of,
but you cannot let go.
All that you know, ashamed of emotions, the mendacity of the mind
seeking substance instead of sleep.
It is power when we feel weak.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
