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
Fractured Silence
Stars have neither the nerve nor
the courtesy of shedding any light.
We walk on streets with names,
but none with faces.
The architecture of emptiness,
I struggle with the night. We exist,
but how, in concrete spaces.
Fractured silence, wilted shadows
precede another day. Our time
pressed beneath glass. Only
a collection, hardly a recollection.
Whether we do
or whether we will,
is this what was meant to be,
is that how I am meant to feel?
Through bitter truth I learn
love lies, bleeding still, unnoticed
then by weary eyes.
Come the morning,
what do you see? Is it
a likely ever after, or a promise
you still can’t believe,
© 2015 j.g. lewis
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Posted on April 9, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A Reality Once
Only a photograph
a split second
less than a breath
greater than a shadow,
light
light
more than a memory.
Laughter and the silence
of sunburnt summers,
innocence and wonder.
My father’s eyes
captured
the measure and
magnificence of youth.
Family, friendship,
and what will
never be again.
Only a photograph.
Images and snapshots
beyond dreams, but
a reality once. Still.
© 2016 ,j.g. lewis
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I’m not the only one
who chooses to write upon the sky.
I’m not the only one
who dreams and wonders why.
I’m not the only one
with words once meant to soothe.
I’m not the only one
who tries to find the truth.
© 2015 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
something new everyday
Spread the words
