Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 j.g.l.
A wish for words more delicate and
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind,
you are no longer (or never have been)
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth,
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.
04/15/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
flaws and all
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
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.
Sense of Perspective
More than a scent of maturity,
once colourfast memories fade
as photographs of my youth
have dissipated. Sun-damaged,
no longer bold images of the
adolescence I often celebrated,
they clearly do not hold the same
sense of perspective. Time will
tarnish all you cannot protect
from reality. Even in hindsight,
we can only see what is there.
Dream-like moments, fragile
and fractured as they are, reveal
both sanctimonious subtext and
secrets open to interpretation.
Even without the clarity, vision
still has a defined purpose.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
April 27th is Poem in Your Pocket Day,
a day for celebrating poetry by selecting
a poem, keeping it close, and sharing it
with the humans you meet during the day.
Share a poem as you would share a smile,
a gesture, or kindness that comes naturally.
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.