Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

it was so

     scarcely we remember
       humble beginnings

   the when
                the where

     not consequential

   the why
                     however
        a true miracle

     for a time
     it was so

                 until it wasn’t

there are no humble endings

     but we are humbled
     by even its existence

08/12/2022                                                                                             j.g.l.

communication

Sadly, our voice
is not always
strong, or not always
there ,when it
is needed.

It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
remain silent.

Silence stops the
process of
communication,
but it does not
stop the thoughts.

08/09/2022                                                                                   j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
   I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
   If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
   Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
   “The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
   How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
   It’s a good start.

08/08/2022                                                                                         j.g.l.

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.

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3:37 A.M.

Posted on June 10, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

3:37 a.m.

I wake.
I wake often at 3:37. Desires inspired
in Illuminated darkness
and hunger.
I want ice cream
with you.
Half asleep,
wholly consumed, vacant dreams,
your voice shows through.
Unusually delusional.
Familiar image,
tussled hair,
threadbare kimono
and comfort.

Quiet.
Front stoop shadow at 3:56. I show up
with ice cream and excuses.
You with questions, and
sleep in your eyes.
Silently nothing happens.
Lawns hiss, lamppost shines on
streets bereft of motion.
Come closer.
Dreadfully dead humidity
and well-weathered wicker
leaves an
impression on
bare legs.

Hush.
You stultify my banter, caution me not
to laugh so loud or I’ll wake up
the neighbours.
I tell you I don’t care
who hears us or
who sees us
through this heat.
The ice cream
is melting. 4:24,
you take
the spoon and the last mouthful
dribbles down
your chin.

Compulsion.
Not caring, or even daring, that neighbours
might find you on top of a shadow
naked
on the front lawn at 4:37.
Ice cream tub
discarded on the grass.
Liberated illumination.
Spoon still
in your
mouth, you are
radiant
and dripping
on me.

©2017 j.g. lewis

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