Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

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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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Seasons Change

Posted on April 19, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment



Summer Scents
The cork released, the bottle waved,
    just below her nose. 2:10.
    Bubbles tickle, a scent of pears
    and citrus, the taste of summer.
Damn you, for making me wait, she
    whispers. She smiles.
    2:15, he said. He was never late.
    The bottle set on ice, denying herself
    the indulgence, preferring the       sensation of want. Intoxicating.
    Crisp and clear
    an afternoon by the pool
    Just a few minutes. Soon.
    Breathless, with anticipation.
She said she would never wait,
    but this
    is different.

Autumn Sense

The bottle shouts
    into a space tainted by the dread
    of autumn.
    Colourless the air,
    deep burgundy takes over. Malbec,
    Clouding reality.
    Clearing the mind.
    She disappears into the evening
    thoughtlessly ignoring
    all she should not.
    Night after night the bottle calls out
Damn you, she whispers to the stillness.
    She accepts the reality, but not
    the pain.
    As dawn approaches, time remains
    shrouded in thoughts once ignored.
I can’t do this any more, she screams.
    Nobody can hear, not even
    her self.
© 2015 j.g. lewis


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