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 . . .

look forward

The Tulips at St. James Park have run their course, the bulbs dug up and stored away until planting this fall.
    Right now it is just dirt, but I can feel potential.
    In the coming days, gardeners will fill the plant beds with a fresh crop of flowers to see us through the summer. I am anticipating beautiful things.
    Over the past couple of years, St. James Park has become a regular part of my landscape. It began during the COVID lockdown when I found myself passing through the park on my daily walks around downtown Toronto. It was more than a habit.
    The park became an oasis in my day; comfort within the concrete of the city. The shade of the magnificent trees always gave me a reason to stop.
    Sometimes I would sketch the flowers and trees, write a poem when the muse called out, or simply spend time with my journal or my camera.
    Some days I would just sit, as I did yesterday and the day before. Some days you only have to listen or look around.
    Yesterday, I noticed the water has been turned on in the bird bath after a two-year absence. It’s not quite a fountain but I know I’ll find myself, at some point, wasting time with my camera and capturing birds as they refresh themselves in the heat of the day.
    I look forward to it; time well-wasted is good for the soul. It’s always nice to have a place where there is the potential to do just that.

06/02/2023                                                                                                                   j.g.l.


We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?

05/30/2023                                                                                        j.g.l.


As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           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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Beyond The Dreams

Posted on September 9, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


    Just before four
      Or just after
Half moon on the midway
    Floodlights dimmed
Excitement gone with the crowd
  The Ferris wheel rests
    For the night
       A time
      When a stranger
     May more likely meet
              A knife
          Than a smile
   When the power of the sun is
 Nowhere to be seen
 Nowhere known
    Yet the heat is still present
   Reflected and refracted
   From downtown concrete
           The air humid
                  Blocks away
       A high-rise set amongst the clouds
Above the quiet
        Of long-gone crowds
Lovers unite
           Dissolve against
              One another
 Sensual shivers
  In spite of the heat
      Sweat on the brow
 Sweat on the sheets
      Awake or
   What it was
                  It still is
  Even the distance knows
     Still in the city
Still is not calm
    Humanity tucked away from it all
   Others are not
Tormented souls wander the night
       Confounded by loneliness
    Restless youth
       Careless and not knowing
Where they should be
   Where they are
         Silent as a shadow
             And just as flat
  They wait temporarily
      After Time
   Just after four
Or just before
      Someone smiles like a knife
Tonight will fall
            Beyond the dreams that lovers hold
       Beyond the dreams they once were sold
         Out of time
  Out of place
Out of synch with the human race
      Lives now dimmed or cower
  Out of sight
Out of morals
  Out of light
          Unsuspecting souls
     Who know no fate
       Will soon make certain
   An unknown place
Beyond the silence
  Beyond the sight
     Someone else
         Will fall tonight
                 When lovers dissolve
             When lovers unite

©2015 j.g. lewis

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