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 . . .

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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Words For A Father
Posted on June 17, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

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Always words I wanted to say.
Even now, they can’t stain the page.
Whys and whens, I might never know
if I don’t say,
if I couldn’t find the words, or some time,
to ask my father.

Forever a distance I could never cross.
More than a few steps, questions lost,
ifs, ands, or buts, I dared not to mention.
How could I, then?
Or now? If I didn’t find the time, or the words
for my father.

There have always been years, months and days
I never found the time, or the way.
The fault is mine, tongue-tied.
Can I speak, now?
Or ever? Time is a barrier to words
with my father.

A love held back, not purposely so.
It’s my fault, I know it’s there, I’ve felt it grow,
still I can’t, so it seems, make myself known.
How can I, now?
How would he know? Does he? Do I
know my father?

There is a will to utter sentences in my head,
to say what needs to be told, has to said.
I’d like to think he realizes what holds me back.
I understand him less,
than he knows me. How can he?
He is my father.

I was supposed to ask, supposed to say,
but never did. Was it meant to stay that way?
The clock has expired, true nature of time.
Words unspoken.
Unrealized. Thoughts remain mine.
Not my father’s.

Did he know why I needed my time?
Questions then would always remind.
Maybe he thought it best I find the answers
on my own.
It’s probably right, words meant to remain
with my father.

 

Words and thoughts change over time, even those you feel you cannot express. The bulk of this poem was written in late 2012. The last two stanzas were just added. The words were never spoken, yet the poem is complete. Or maybe it just now provides closure? Father’s Day is about remembering, and I do. And I am. Peace and love Dad.

Posted on June 16, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

some   days
you
             need
silence
    and sleep.

 sometimes
you
     get them.
the rest is
    up to you.

                                      j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on June 15, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Multi-tasking has not only become the bane of our existence, but the way we exist. Each week, the ever-increasing demands, distractions, and obligations can totally deplete our energy or essence.

By breaking it down, day by day, you make the week more manageable.

Acknowledge one situation in your life that’s taking away your power and make this a priority for the day. Give yourself time to think deeper on the task or circumstance. Find greater understanding of its importance.

You may not be able to devote all of your time to this one single activity — and you might not conquer or complete the task — yet by making it a priority, you’ll more mindfully be able to go about the day. You will gain greater perspective of the situation and, in doing so, more effectively handle whatever else comes your way.

By concentrating your energy directly on one situation, you are better able to deal with the other issues, as they become a priority every other day of the week. Finding more time for one specific task may also mean finding more time for you.

Make your self the true priority.
 j.g.l.