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
The Father they speak of accepts
the scent, custom or tradition,
of burnt offerings
incense incensed
God shall know
thou shall not
confuse disclosures
‘Father, I have sinned’
common confession
for those who
do not understand
a candle lit
provides protection from the flame
Evil ways
cast no doubt
on disbelievers
The silent thereafter hangs
as smoke above an alter
I know so little about
© 2023 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 4, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
This fourth day of this
fourth month, in any other week
would seem out of place amidst
numbers ascending. Dates and
months flowing by, time naturally
occurring as daybreak will shift
to a darkened sky. Gradually.
We keep track of certain days
simply by living them.
Today’s date will last only as
long as we appreciate, instead
of calculate, our remaining days.
04/04/2023 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
each day counts
April is Poetry Month, a celebration as much as a challenge.
A month of finding words, matching emotions to the circumstance on my daily life.
It is personal.
It is questionable.
What can be accomplished by specific moments randomly observed? Observations only, I take note mindfully. Each day becomes an exercise in fulfillment.
Is it enough?
04/03/2023 j.g.l.
