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 . . .

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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miracle2

 A mix of emotions, shadows 
          of friendships past,
               promises unfulfilled,
          and
            slight hints of sorrow
 obscure the judgment required.
              Dawn calls attention
       to matters at hand, a signal
    to push aside frustrations
                        and rise above
             the tedium.
           Recognize the wonder.
              Realize both the
          true vast colour
             hiding
               behind the shades
            and what can
                                 be found in
                 this fundamentally
                      miraculous day.
                                                      j.g.l.

 

November Rain

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wet pavement
                          and leaves
      incense for a time
      the scent reaching for
reminders
              when and how
                    november rain
  washing away the silence
              striking down fear
we sit
saying nothing
feeling
        all has been forgotten
all we know is real
you want to believe
     despite
what you tell yourself
confusing confusion with
       wanderlust
             and bewilderment
truth will last
longer than the rain
washing away the silence
           pulling off the pain
                                                        j.g.l.