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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Each morning, every morning, there is time to consider plans for the day, for the weeks, months, perhaps years ahead.
   Formulated in quiet thought, these goals might not be concrete, or complete, but they are personal reminders of what can be achieved over time.
   If I write them down they seem real; more than dreams and wishes. Maybe even more than I should ask for, or more than I am allowed?
   Only time will tell.

09/26/2022                                                                           j.g.l.


Comfort food,
as the temperature dips.


Restaurant special,
mom’s recipe or
make it up as you go.

Is there a better day
than today?

Be nourished.

Take the time
to enjoy.

Remember the leftovers.

09/23/2022                                                                    j.g.l.


Art is subjective,

graffiti destructive,

or is it



09/22/2022                                                                   j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
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


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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