Mythos & Marginalia

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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

What are a few days between seasons? As if a shadow could tell of the time and temperature range from hour to day, today or tomorrow, or last season.
   Summer to fall. Now is not a fixed period, as was yesterday or last week. Those periods of time are fluid, ever changing, but still somewhat definite in our minds for the time being representing the periods or eras of our presence here on earth.
   How we measure our time, any time, always includes a proviso. The conditions we set will influence what is to come, as much as what has happened.
   How can you explain yourself when a short-term view overrides the obvious long-term accumulation of thought and experience.
   This time is yours; how you chose to share it will differ from day to day.

09/25/2023                                                                                                j.g.l.



You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.


The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.

You simply have to find
the direction.

It is all in your hands.

© 2017 j.g. lewis



               Anguish or confusion, 
        sometimes it is the way. 
      Anxiety takes over. 
        What else can you say  
     as you try to put aside all 
     the feelings that dog you 
   anyway.    No pain today.  
           Try as you might to
    see your way through. 
       No pain.    Not today. 

09/14/2023                                                               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 26, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment



At The Time

She, she might not even notice
the beauty she hosts. She
is too busy,
caring, shouldering
               are less bothered with.
     She says she is lost
     I am lost too.
It may not be
the same kind
               of lost
or we may
show it or feel it
after all, she is a She and I am a He.

She may not even know, in fact
might not care,
     that I
     know, her beauty.
I’ve not said it, not in the way
                   she needs to hear,
the way she needs to be seen.

I said I am empty. It’s not the kind
of empty,
the one devoid
of anything substantial,
but it is an empty
that means there is space
     to fill.

     I didn’t say it.

     I didn’t say it
because I am a He and she is a She
we might have tried, but I didn’t enough
and God, she was brave and I
was unknowing and honest,
     and frightened.
Yes, I was scared (but I didn’t say that)
and rather than say
     I just let it go away.

Because she was that She, and I
didn’t wish to be
just another He.

I knew
she deserved more
than ever I could offer,
at least then, and I didn’t say enough.

At the time.

We all are
fighting time.

She questions her age, and I doubt mine too
she doesn’t know her beauty
                     but I certainly do,
So, seven days before I leave
we spent an evening
reading poetry
taking the time.

Still I didn’t say it, because
she was She,
and I
was just me.
©2015 j.g. lewis

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

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