Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

pocket poem 2024

                 Current Thoughts

           Open your mouth, let words
   bypass lips. Converse consciously
   to brethren or bystanders.
       Reach out to
   close friends gone amiss.
       Be not afraid, not now, of
   articulating current thoughts and
   accomplishments of which
   you are proud, and even your sins
   (for we have all owned a few)
        might seem far less tragic
         from an altered point of view.
               Give fresh voice
   to insecurities and anxieties hidden
   within your self, speak highly of
      those dusty dreams
            languishing on a shelf.
   Past sullen moments cast a
   lengthy shadow, short-term
   expectations tend to dull down
   long-term possibilities.
      Talk freely around all you want,
   or hope, or desire to be.
      Each intention will resonate
      with those who wholly believe.
   Understanding takes effort.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

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Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
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cloud songs

        Our paths shift, circumstance and
              attitude shaping our trajectory.
   The company we keep alters both
       our outlook and destination.
           We are where we are
        mainly because of who we are 
                          and whom we are with.

 

04/16/2024                                                                              j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A wish for words more delicate and 
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, 
you are no longer (or never have been) 
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, 
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.

04/15/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

 

April is Poetry Month
flaws and all

 

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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 13, 2017 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

We interrupt this nasty weather
to remind you Spring has arrived
in the GTA.
Yes, that is a Robin taking a break
and wondering what’s going on,
or what went wrong.
This is Canada, and that’s the
kind of day it is.
Mondays are just young Fridays.
                                                          j.g.l.

 

Before old and wise comes young and stupid.
  I wanted to be lots of things, when I was younger. I wanted to grow up, and I had dreams and plans for what I would do when I got there.
 I am fortunate to have been a few of the things I wanted to be. I made a living as a photographer, and I became a father. There were other dreams, plans, or goals that never materialized, and now they don’t matter.
  I also did a lot of stupid things when I was younger, but like those old dreams and plans, they are all in the past.
  You should respect the past for all that it offered, but it has passed and now offers nothing. Yes, you have nostalgia, but anything worthy made the trip forward with you.
  If it were meant to be, you would be it.
  If you are still looking ahead, it is how you see it.
  So what you wanted to be, decades and years ago, is not the thing to want now. If we continue dreaming and hoping, and planning, it is those goals will keep us going in the right direction. What you want to be now is all that matters.
  There are still plenty of things I want to be, and there are more things on my bucket list than my fuck it list, so I’m still going to try to be all I can be, but above all I’m going to try to be kind.
  I’ve learned plenty of lessons in the past (and made even more mistakes), but one thing I’ve learned is that kindness counts, so it is the one goal I will continue pursuing above all else.
Now that may sound more stupid than wise, but I’m going with it. I think I’ll accomplish more.   I am still a dreamer.
                                                              j.g.l.

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j.g., Thank you for this! I took it as a beautiful reminder that we are ‘okay’, we are ‘enough’, just as we are. That even though, life happened differently than we might have planned or expected, it’s okay and we are okay. Great reminder. Thank you!

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