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
Dreams, lovers,
possessions:
they don’t just disappear.
You let them go, or were
responsible, in some way
for the loss.
Maybe its better, or maybe
it’s not entirely your fault,
but the sooner you allow
yourself room to
accept the reality,
you will spend less time
staring at the ceiling
at 2:27. . .
06/19/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 5, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
This morning; a new day; another day.
I wrote first thing this morning, a few words in my dayplanner, my daily thoughts.
I chose to write with a Kate Spade pencil. I have a thing for polka dots (or pokka dots, as my daughter used to call them).
Anyone who knows me, knows I have a pencil obsession. Besides being the most practical, and purposeful, writing instrument, I see the pencil as a thing of beauty both by design, and for the words they generate.
The words I wrote this morning were long before the world knew of Kate Spade’s death. Now, as I read my thoughts, I can only see a certain irony. I chose to write with something that was, to me, a little bit of beauty, something created by a person who, in her own way, brought a little bit of joy to the lives of people who cherished items she created. Possessions.
Sadly, today, Kate Spade could not see that joy.
Tragically, she could not feel her own joy.
06/05/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on June 4, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Them that shall know are often
the last to notice, and those that
do should be mindful that foresight
is neither as accurate nor as
compelling as what plays out in
real time. Dream as you do at 2:03;
completely and unconsciously.
Let the mind fill with all the grace
and grandeur of an undisciplined
destiny, but know the conscience
of the aftermath knows the
realization of natural reflection
and intention.
j.g.l.
