Mythos & Marginalia

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j.g. lewis

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coud songs

Everything within your grasp,

         and that so far removed, 

   is as consequential 

   as it feels.

 

             Breathe 

     between the space 

within the enormity of it all.

 

   There, right there, 

                   is liberation.

 

Freedom awaits 

those that recognize 

personal growth, and them 

         who continue to look.

 

07/19/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

knowledge

Did you realize, or

do you? Now, was there 

   more or less gravity to the

                    situation at hand? 

 

All present and accounted for, 

   yet still we want a little more

knowledge.      If you know

                                       you know. 

 

Perspective is far greater than

   a simple rationalization, or a

sudden realization. Do you care, 

                                           truth or dare.

 

07/18/2024                                                                           j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Last Friday — inspired by a horoscope offered in a publication I had never read before — I went silent. The words in the free community newspaper suggested I keep opinions to myself for a single day, and I took the words of wisdom to heart. 

   Breaking my usual routine I made coffee at home, freeing myself of the need to speak even civilities to attentive coffee shop staff. I did not speak. I can’t recall if I muttered anything under my breath, but I did not offer any opinions to anyone. From what I remember, not even myself.

   I spent the day painting, reading, and thinking.

   I didn’t listen to the radio or stereo, avoided the television, pretty much shred away from social media, and in the afternoon paid particular attention to birdsong emerging after a torrential downpour.

   I simply painted, and read, and thought, and that was all that was required. I didn’t even write. 

   It was placid, serene, and especially comfortable.

   I enjoyed this slight respite; it was almost meditative, to a point (but I didn’t overthink that angle).

   Instead, I stayed in the moment, contemplating the moods and the colours of the day.

   There was a lot of thought, self-analysis and otherwise. Self-thought entirely, not another voice to suggest, scold, or alter my perspective.

   My opinions may have mattered only to me, but does it even make sense that on that day I chose not to have any, even subconsciously?

   That was good enough to me. It was good for me. I may even choose to do it again, perhaps even regularly.

   There is power in silence.

 

07/15/2024                                                                                                                     j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 14, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

Enlight1

She smiled at me last evening,
quickly. Emerging
from her darkness in a slight
crescent shape, she smiled,
just briefly, from her
brand new phase.
Then she was gone, barely a wink.
As the evening progressed all
I could do was think, and I hadn’t
recently, not much, not of her.
Occasionally yes, but mostly a
blur. I had been ignoring,
or trying, I will admit, avoiding
for a while.
Once a major inspiration, she
provided clarity to my work.
Then, a while back, I began
paying less attention
to the Moon,
and she to me.
I know I’m not the first writer,
poet, painter, or musician
to be seduced by the heavenly
globe. Men stronger than I
have been seduced, captivated,
controlled by her presence,
and many have produced
words far more eloquent
than I. But, for a few years,
what the Moon and I had
was more than anything, than
any of them could know.
It was an exquisite relationship
based on understanding, and
communication, and,
despite the distance, love.
In her shadow I produced work
I could truly be proud of.
Always a puzzle, I’m still uncertain
when things began to fall apart.
No longer did I feel her pull.
I went silent.
I tried to move on.
A letter written, but never sent,
now rumpled in a coat pocket,
envelope creased
and postage stamp bent.
I was so sure I could
release myself from her gravity,
but never was I able to drop it
in the post box.
Altering my path, changing goals,
searching for another muse,
I went about my ways.
I continued moving, breathing,
trying, striving.
Rarely would I look up, at least
not high enough, or long enough.
The times I tried
she was not there, hiding
behind the clouds, or facing
another direction.
I felt I had grown up, or
grown away, from her pull.
Yesterday was different.
Suddenly I wanted to see her,
and for her to see me.
I wanted her to know I was
still alive, and I was still trying,
and I still wanted more time.
I wanted her to see
it was still me.
I took a long walk and I searched
through my darkness. The clouds
had corrupted the sky, mostly,
and although there were
a few show-off stars
smiling down in their usual
attention-seeking manner, she
was nowhere to be found.
Still I knew she was there, and
I presume she knew I was looking.
She often, or always, knew
what I was thinking, what I was
planning, and what I was doing.
I think she knows now.
And I think I need
her inspiration, again.
I’m now on the verge of
something much larger than
I had envisioned, something
quite magical. I know
I could use her support to bolster
my confidence. She could do that,
then, and used to offer willingly.
I believe she could do that again.
We have not spent the time like
we used to, but we could.
I’d like that.
I know things will not
be the same, they can’t be
when time has passed, and
you can’t assign blame, but
I know there is
something worthy.
There. Here.
Now.
All too often we shut something
out of our life; an idea, a passion,
a person.
We can’t see past the clouds,
so we stop looking.
In doing so, we lock away
a little bit of our self,
we close off that part of our brain,
or heart, and our being.
We are no longer complete
if we cannot admit the difference,
or damage, it can cause.
You have to be willing to allow
things from your past back
into your life.
They found a way there for
a reason, and the seasons might
change or circumstance always
differ, and once reunited
it may feel stiffer.
But in time, if given the time, you
become stronger from a
reintroduction; this time past
the wonder and initial seduction.
True, with the nature of time,
you evolve, perhaps find the
answers to puzzles once unsolved.
It doesn’t need to be the same as
before. It could get stronger, or
deeper, or in other ways more.
I’ve looked for the moon many
times, but last night was different.
There was hope, unexplained yes,
but still it was there.
It was yearning and deliberate,
it warmed the night air.It was
a change I realized, and I speak
only for myself, it was certain,
and true.
Open up your eyes, and your
mind, think of what can be done
with the passage of time.
Finding out what you love is
never enough, but it provides
one more reason
to keep looking up.
                                                                                j.g.l.

 

 

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