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 . . .

these days

tomorrow is another chance

but what about today?

11/29/2022                                                                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.
Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.
11/28/2022                                                                                                                                                                                        j.g.l.

be content

hold the image
speak the silence
feel the clarity

11/27/2022                                                                                                                 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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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 30, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

                    refusal

she insists
on finding beauty
     in my madness

a lover, yes
she will not be turned away
         yet I, in my cowardice
         refuse
         her longing
refuse to accept
linear and lyrical poetry

consistency
gentle ways
deep caring eyes
               yet
all I see is compromise

I say I dream
she says she understands
                   how
is that possible
if I don’t
              and don’t want to

conversations
                   between the lines
more pronounced
or definite
     daydreams mid-sentence
     even I
can’t interpret 
                           not
                           wanting
                           the responsibility

  I refuse distractions
             unable to look
beyond a certain end
      below the surface

past bruises and invisible scars

       I have no shame
       in what’s there
hidden more beneath the skin
       I just don’t want to
                    talk about it

©2015 j.g. lewis

This month was all about the poetry.

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