Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

damn truth

We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.

© 2018 j,g, lewis

sins and sorrows

04/11/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

Mondays are just young Fridays

Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.

04/08/2024                                                                                   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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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 14, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Roots Run Deep

Months now standing still, a temporary rest
for snow, frost, or the occasional bird.
Whistling winter’s woes, lifeless really,
actually dormant. Nothing.
Days stripped bare of your
colour and kindness.

Mainly shadows against temporal skies,
merely an echo of what you have been
and can be. Roots run deep, permanently
planted in our lives, having grown with us.
Three seasons remind us daily
of purpose and perseverance.

A range of tones, stories untold, and
breathing life in all we are.
The fourth season you stand.
An example to us all, sustained growth.
Each year another ring,
shelter from sun or rain.

Venerable, offering only your truth,
asking simply for patience. You
soak up our emissions, recycle our sins
and then stand. Stoic. Steadfast.
We wait. Late now, or later than usual,
we’ve grown restless.

Now we need you more than ever
to show our lives go on. A complete cycle,
buds, blossoms, full expression. Bring on
your colour, spread out your shade.
Contribute, again,
to meaningful days.

 

 

This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.

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