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
Concrete and iron foundations give way
to steel and glass structures growing ever higher
each decade.
Our skyline swallows up the landscape,
shadows of the buildings below grow longer, taller
indefinitely.
A reflection is merely what is there
after the damage is done.
Urban renewal, construction cranes and condominiums
and more vacant office towers.
Overdevelopment, excavation,
replacement or gentrification, population speculation.
This is history more than yesterday.
What will we know when it has all been replaced?
Our future overlooks its direction by a necessity or greed
we can no longer imagine.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 11, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Hesitant heat, but
the sun still shines.
Early days. Even the
danger of frost
will not wilt the ambition
of flowers who know
they must grow
to be appreciated.
With winter long and lazy,
we have been waiting too long
to enjoy this
emerging beauty.
04/11/2023 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
always appreciated
Posted on April 10, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Poetry in the present dictates
internal presence, deep regard
for a past only accounted for
line by line.
Words blur into one cohesive
attempt to detail or describe
lovers, past and present, and
even those who were not as
kind or considerate.
Emotions realized, only at
the time, replicated in a
straightforward voice.
Moments are accounted for
word by word. Poetry exists.
Our lives become stanzas
documenting only what
we remember.
04/10/2023 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
past and present
