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.
Author: 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
sunlight navigates its way
between
what was and what
is still to come
friday
not just any day
you find the freedom
to notice
transformation happening
as it should
look up
will you see what you should
or observe
all you have neglected
04/26/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 24, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
How often can you document the sun as it sets
repeating, many times over, the glorious feeling
it evokes. Now or when.
Are you not observant of the decay and dissolution
of our world, as it is now, or was then?
Reminders play tricks when you ignore
unmistakable sight.
I have read poets whom write of rust and common
deterioration, oxidation, degradation,
felt day by day. Poems of love, what once was,
left now to suffer the elements.
Can you not feel what they believe?
Has the façade been contaminated by life itself,
or is the sun too bright for you to notice.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
feel what is there
