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: open space
Feeble dreams, then none at all.
Reckless. Restless, what
soothes your soul on nights
when darkness
boastfully intrude? Thoughts
expand and contract, you inhale
then exhale, though time
is rarely true. Or precise.
Neither comfort, or interlude,
as the mind wanders to places
you have never been
nor wish to return. Anxiety
or worry, how can you know?
Insomnia.
Isolation. Overreaction.
Contemplation. Will you read
or recite stanzas from your
puzzling past trying earnestly
to recreate placid images that
take you away from this
awakened state?
Poetry shows concisely
how others have suffered,
how they have healed.
Find rhythm or the rhyme.
Close your eyes, deeply
breathe, take stock of
the certain and the sublime.
Poetry knows.
You have been there before.
04/11/2021 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
poetry every day
Posted on April 9, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
countenance
my vision is clear
most of the time
i can see what is going on
past
present tense
and emotional graffiti
blurring my landscape
surpassing commonsense or
my peripheral understanding
of what is beyond
what is expected to be explored.
i look
daily searching for a message or
answer to existential confusion
yours and mine
it is a mixed up world
and we create a part of it
I can see that
as plain as they say
any damn day
what I can’t see
I will try to comprehend
04/09/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on April 5, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
intentionally living
unintentional changes
without reservation
no hesitation
or validation required
reminding my self
of my intentions
loosening up my expectations
unconditional remediation
inconsequential meditation
self-respect
diversification
visceral behavior modification
clear path to a destination
beginning with
visualization
walk on
04/05/2021 j.g.l.
