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
Summer Scents
.
The cork released, the bottle waved,
just below her nose. 2:10.
Breathe.
Bubbles tickle, a scent of pears
and citrus, the taste of summer.
Damn you, for making me wait, she
whispers. She smiles.
2:15, he said. He was never late.
The bottle set on ice, denying herself
the indulgence, preferring the sensation of want. Intoxicating.
Prosecco.
Crisp and clear
an afternoon by the pool
Just a few minutes. Soon.
Breathless, with anticipation.
She said she would never wait,
but this
is different.
Autumn Sense
The bottle shouts
into a space tainted by the dread
of autumn.
Colourless the air,
deep burgundy takes over. Malbec,
Clouding reality.
Clearing the mind.
She disappears into the evening
thoughtlessly ignoring
all she should not.
Night after night the bottle calls out
Damn you, she whispers to the stillness.
She accepts the reality, but not
the pain.
As dawn approaches, time remains
shrouded in thoughts once ignored.
I can’t do this any more, she screams.
Nobody can hear, not even
her self.
© 2015 j.g. lewis
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April is Poetry Month
something new every day
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Posted on April 18, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Respected and Admired
As with human to human
interaction, it’s about realizing
what is reflected as much
as the reaction.
You bring an inner light to
every person you greet; family
or community, arbitrary
strangers on the street.
Daily it changes, the shine
not always the same, nor
does it need to be, and
no one is to blame.
It cannot always be an
incandescent 100 watt bulb,
some days, some times, your
power is woefully annulled.
Other times, or certain people,
deserve only 40 watts. It’s
more about the why, when
all has come to naught.
Perhaps the glow of a candle is
all but required. The flame, itself
a beauty, which should be
respected and admired.
Full range of emotion is our
own personal wealth. If we
display only what is expected
we are not true to the self.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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April is Poetry Month
something new every day
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It is not what you read,
but what you see. Poetry
puts sound
to each insightful glance,
longing gaze,
or fluttering lash,
with scintillating
truth and accuracy.
Poetry has
the uncanny ability
to present reality
to itself.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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April is Poetry Month
something new every day
spread the words
