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 . . .

pocket poem 2024

                 Current Thoughts

           Open your mouth, let words
   bypass lips. Converse consciously
   to brethren or bystanders.
       Reach out to
   close friends gone amiss.
       Be not afraid, not now, of
   articulating current thoughts and
   accomplishments of which
   you are proud, and even your sins
   (for we have all owned a few)
        might seem far less tragic
         from an altered point of view.
               Give fresh voice
   to insecurities and anxieties hidden
   within your self, speak highly of
      those dusty dreams
            languishing on a shelf.
   Past sullen moments cast a
   lengthy shadow, short-term
   expectations tend to dull down
   long-term possibilities.
      Talk freely around all you want,
   or hope, or desire to be.
      Each intention will resonate
      with those who wholly believe.
   Understanding takes effort.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.

April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch

cloud songs

        Our paths shift, circumstance and
              attitude shaping our trajectory.
   The company we keep alters both
       our outlook and destination.
           We are where we are
        mainly because of who we are 
                          and whom we are with.

 

04/16/2024                                                                              j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A wish for words more delicate and 
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, 
you are no longer (or never have been) 
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, 
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.

04/15/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

 

April is Poetry Month
flaws and all

 

easier than it seems

Hypothetically, yet ironically, 
intellectually constructing a poem or 
patch of prose should be far easier 
than it seems.
Even those known to craft delicious, 
heartwarming verse have surely faced 
the dreaded fear of an unscathed page.
Yet, those bards who have risen to the 
challenge, or occasion, with steely
mind, fortitude, and passionate
persuasion have found the strength.
So many any of us struggle with 
ambient thought, perpetual notions, 
recycled emotions barely blatantly 
disguised by foolish promotions 
ending up with feeble attempts at 
stanza, scansion, muted meter 
metronomically fashioning words 
far from adequate. 
Still, we try daily to find even a 
slight modicum of a successful poem, 
whatever that might well be. Each 
line an effort, every day an opportunity 
for more than we bargain for.
 
04/14/2024                                                                         j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

 

drop in the bucket

little things all add up

takeaway coffee

then another cup

later in the day when

you finally find time

between

obligations and imperatives

always there

drop in the bucket

give and take

back and forth

here and where

the cost of living

truth or dare

04/12/2024                                                                                    j.g.l.

haiku 4 you

08/09/2023                                                                                       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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to get by

Posted on October 7, 2023 Leave a comment

Victimless crime.
Take what is yours, take what is mine.

Undue violence, the greed, hypocrisy;
what is left behind when
we are only accountable
to ourselves.

Each of us a shadow,
most of us forgettable,
all of us trying
to get by.

Beyond the barking dogs, before
pungent night air strangles any humanity
from vagrants who piss in corners
we never visit.

On the darker side of 3 a.m.

A wrong answer will get you knifed,
the wrong needle will leave you dead.

No one will care.
Fewer will know.

Remind me who I am
before I forget to see.

Just write
my name
in graffiti.

Claim my sins
and transgressions.

I will own up to my responsibilities,

like a prayer
like a poem
like a person.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

 

my curious creativity

Posted on October 4, 2023 Leave a comment

Final details, a finishing touch, depending on how you look at it.

Layers of inspiration, time between conception and completion.

It does not look how I thought it would before I began. It never may.

How will I know when it is done? Perception varies moment to moment.

I am still not sure. I doubt. I fuss. My confidence is not always there.

My art is an attempt to satisfy my curious creativity in whatever form.

I feel it is better to attempt to create than let all those ideas go to waste.

My restless soul will only allow so much. I am less patient with my self.

Patience is not a paradigm, neither pragmatic, nor practical. Neither is art.

© 2023 j.g. lewis

later

Posted on September 27, 2023 Leave a comment

©2023 j.g. lewis

This Ugly Virus

Posted on September 20, 2023 Leave a comment

It is not what I was expecting, and everything I expected, should it happen,  
   For three years plus I’ve managed to steer clear. I followed precautions, I did what I thought needed to be done, and it still happened. 
   At first it felt like a strong cold; swift and unexpected, and far too early for the flu. The symptoms, the cough, the headache and chills, had me doubting but was it 12 or 24 hours into it I was sure. 
   COVID-19 hit me hard. 
   The fatigue, brain fog, delusional sleep, cough, congestion and headache; my body felt brittle. I couldn’t get up; I didn’t feel like moving and was pretty sure I couldn’t. Then, there was the lack of taste, lack of appetite, total lack of motivation. 
   A simple at-home test confirmed the reality I had been living with for much longer than I expected. 
   For months now health officials have been cautioning against the latest strain. Over these past years I’ve masked up, washed and regularly sanitized my hands. I’ve been vaccinated with regular booster shoots as recommended, as available. Actually, I was expecting I would receive my next shot next month, the latest in a series of boosters that would protect me from this ugly virus. 
   Still it happened. 
   COVID-19 is still, very much, a reality. 
   I wasn’t able to do the things I usually do. I didn’t feel much like doing anything. Today might be the first day I’ve really felt like doing something. 
   It’s an improvement I can only hope will keep me moving forward.
 

No longer serviceable

Posted on September 13, 2023 Leave a comment

A sign of the times past.
Our Technicolor reality has changed.
We no longer repair but replace.
Technology that lasted, no longer does.
Obsolescence is expected in our progress,
high definition lives defined now by a
landfill wasteland full of discarded electronics.
No longer serviceable.
We no longer watch like we used to.
We no longer can.
© 2023 j.g. lewis 

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