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 . . .

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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For A Shadow

Posted on April 30, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

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dead pencils
still leave a mark
salvaged from the litter bin
gave most of their everything
         from within
now surrounded
                     by cigarette butts
salad oil     tuna tins      phone
messages  hydro bills    coffee
grinds                    orange peel
rotting spinach             or kale
     broken
shoelaces             leftover pain
                              a sad refrain
   still saving a few scant lines
                              of sentiment
for a man
and a night
and a poem
                             for a shadow

© 2015 j.g. lewis

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