As it is and will be
for the foreseeable future, there is
only what remains behind the disguise.
As natural as it has been, as
astonishing as it occasionally seems,
we can only hope it will get better.
Why is it we allow optimism
to dislimn all that is?
Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
05/17/2024 j.g.l.
This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change.
This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
Take the time to notice.
Enjoy it all.
05/13/2025 j.g.l.
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.
Am I escaping responsibilities
following this call, a truancy from
what has been expected of me?
A goal few can see, patterns
I find uncomfortably resting
within the confines of my mind.
Words arrive, from time to time,
is it without thought
or total recall?
Most days I simply cannot
keep up with it all. Progress
few and far between, somewhat
disparagingly, nevertheless I try
to sort out what I mean.
Who is to say, or know, a
satisfaction with so little to show.
Pencils mark the days, my path
and my page, or is it just
my imagination running away.
04/01/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
there is meaning
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.