My Canada

Why do we have to go down this narrow minded, hate-filled, route of murky, divisive politics of us vs them, right vs left, Canadian vs Canadian? And how it’s always politicians (of all shades), who cause these silly divisions?

Yes, we have differing opinions and beliefs (Is this not what it means to be human?), but it doesn’t give anyone the right to be hateful and put their interest above others.

For so long Canada was a beacon in the world because of our acceptance of multiculturalism and the rainbows of humanity. But the politicians came along and tore this to shreds, believing it was the right thing to do.

My Canada is not perfect, but she is a place of enchantment and beauty and acceptance and inclusion. Let us, together, keep her that way.



today, this day
change was thrust upon me
a curtain making night of day
how my value lies in pieces
now no trade to call home
as I now, free to be
something else…

shape of truth


tides find solace in assured
rhythms, tied to sister moon’s
phases, yoked to Earth’s flight
faithful to Sol’s lineage

comes seasons, enlivening
waking dormant seed, fevered
rest, color eruption
plummeting wintertide

wailing echo, comes a being
cast in culture, kindred, own
potential to build on, take
on time, Earth, society

allotted moments, segments
denoting measure, plodding
hurdling forward, in
viewpoint lies perspective

photo and poem © DC Lessoway

Lower Countries

amsterdam-mar-11-2017-02shivering, wet winter’s
rippling, sharp gale
sheep graze, as I gaze
watching, wondering
imagining life, here
place of reclamation, of
old masters, new impressionists
quiet life, here, wide fields lined
traced, in water

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

Jagged Barrier

mountains-mar-11-2017as a prairie child, westerly horizons,
only on quiet, clear moments
held faint, snow capped sentinels
lighting my imagination
dreams came, of monsters
thick forests, isolation, telling
conforming to my own

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway


bridge-feb-25-2017worn, aged, batter, weathered
graying temples, lengthening shadows
season’s stubborn aches bears
apprehension in change’s progress
solid, though it seems
fluid, interim, provisional it lies
in wait for a fateful battle

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway



my voice, where? found
a home? absconded? flown?
found distance local, sought
dissimilar places of expression
indistinct, invisible ramparts
keep bay, my voice

photo and poem © DC Lessoway