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.
Category: A daily breath
Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.
04/08/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on April 6, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
we cannot help but
listen
not to the clamour of everyday time
but the space between
a thought
a smile
or
a goodbye
sometimes we tell secrets
mostly
the silence gives it away
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on April 4, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Unready to face the day.
Wet this morning, the sense of grey
overwhelms my gentle spirit.
Flurries likely, still to come,
I feel the isolation closing in.
Am I the only one to be dissuaded
by weather’s twist of fate?
Forecasts of better days ahead,
but I will have to wait.
Just like yesterday
and look at it now.
04/04/2024 j.g.l.
