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 . . .

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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A Slight Stain

Posted on November 12, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

shadow

Across the stippled ceiling,
the shadows you know at 4 a.m.
will not remain. The thoughts
that visit, the ones pulling you
from questionable slumber, will
only leave a slight stain, but
not enough to ruin the fabric. The
damage has already been done, it’s
loneliness now. The bed is empty
and assigning blame at this hour
is unnecessary, and pointless.
Morning’s light will know
no lesson. The past has provided
experience, if not direction, and
it should serve you well, but
there is no going back. Not now.
Show no remorse. Wake up. Step
forward. Breathe. There is
no other option worth considering.
Today arrives, well rested or not.
                                                                             j.g.l.

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