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: January 2024
Last week was long ago.
We may have celebrated small victories,
given in to conspicuous cravings, or
delighted in a slight break from
plans and procedures
in favour of a lazy day.
Progress is not always
measured by great strides.
Sometimes even a step back is
necessary to remind you
of what is ahead.
Yesterday was all it was
so today can be what it is.
01/30/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on January 29, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Not everything is what it was or where it was, when you last paid attention.
Places, people, predicaments altered by time and grace, take on new meanings as they grow older.
A poem started long ago, misplaced in a wrinkled notebook, reads differently now or needs a little more thought. The page holds so many corrections. Perhaps there were reasons it was abandoned (besides utter carelessness or contempt).
Even the moon looks different than it has before. It, like you, has changed. Like you, it prefers the darkness and does not always wish to be seen. Like that poem.
The intentions of a month ago, or sooner, are different now.
Intentions are like that. The perspective of your reality will allow further thought when faced with an ever-changing environment.
Life is like that. Pay attention.
01/29/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on January 28, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Truth be told.
Tell your truth.
Live your truths.
01/28/2024 j.g.l.
