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
You might have to wait,
and the delay might be
difficult.
You may not know exactly
what it is until it presents
itself and, even then, it will
not be all you are expecting.
But it is what is needed.
It is what it is.
You get what you need
when you need it.
What do you need today?
11/22/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on November 14, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
A penny for your thoughts;
for good ones, I offer a nickel.
Sound advice is often fleeting.
Fate is oh so fickle.
Plans are made, without true
consideration, at 4:18 in the
morning. Promises made
through the silence of the
night, expire without a warning.
j.g.l.
Posted on November 5, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Too many words will confuse,
even cover up, emotion.
When less is said, more
can be derived from
what was meant.
The implications
are not obvious, yet the essence
will remain.
There is plenty to remember.
11/05/2019 j.g.l.
