Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

original content and images ©j.g. lewis

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 . . .

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.

unclear

 

You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.

Unclear.

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

 

gr@ffiti

               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
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

Follow on social media

Keep in touch

Enter your email to receive notification of significant posts. Don't worry, I won't clog up your inbox or sell your data

April was Poetry Month

Posted on May 1, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

YOU do not write
                                   POETRY
                                   POETRY writes itself

You are there only to guide words
        direct thoughts onto the page
YOU
are nothing more than a conduit
                 The words are the words

I’ve been trying
                                 to write poetry
for years
now
a realization my fault
                 was in trying

Struggling with and strangling
                      what should have come out
Trying too hard
to change
what comes naturally
or to alter what is there

If you try too hard, with a poem,
or with poetry,
                               it loses immediacy
                               it lacks authenticity

Poetry must be effortless, and
that takes an effort. To let the words flow
you must allow space
                                             on the page
in your life

for poetry

Of course, there are other things
we must concern ourselves with
                                  racism and riots
and wars
                               a global economy
squeezing the shit
out of people unable
to defend themselves
against capitalism and crime;
                                               greed;
                                  politic(ian)s;
                                      hypocrisy;
varied faces of evil
arriving daily on our doorstep

We must guard
against such trials
we must pay bills and
support those trying to support us

Might we be better able
to do so
                 with poetry
Maybe, just maybe, a few words
          of beauty and significance
          each day
would better prepare us for
battles we chose, or chose not

Poetry is an effective elixir
for all that ails
giving voice to our vulnerabilities, and fears
strength to our struggles and
ballast to our bliss.
It may provide a few moments in the day
       where we can believe there is beauty
       and hope and honesty
       in the reality that tells us
       it cannot exist

With poetry
it can

YOU do not write
                                    POETRY
                                    POETRY rights YOU
©2015 j.g. lewis

 

 

Last month was all about the poetry.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

-->