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 . . .

damn truth

We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.

© 2018 j,g, lewis

sins and sorrows

04/11/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

Mondays are just young Fridays

Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.

04/08/2024                                                                                   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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My Point Of View

Posted on August 22, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I sat and
waited for the darkness.
I watched others
waiting, like me.
We are all the same. . .
curious souls
waiting for,
thinking of,
that would make
a difference.
It seemed smoggy, yes,
perhaps a bit darker,
but more overcast.
I suppose
I’m not surprised.
I was nowhere near
the optimal viewing zone.
My longitude and latitude
were not even close to
my enthusiasm
and attitude.
It was only to be about a
70% solar eclipse from
my point of view,
still I was hoping
for more.
I remembered 1979, and
watching the streetlights
dim, and the birds
reacting eerily
to sudden change.
I remember 
the darkness then,
and the quiet.
I was expecting more.
Perhaps I was
waiting for a miracle.
Other places on the planet
were blessed with the magic.
Not here.
Expectations are never
what they should be.
08/22/2017                           j.g.l.

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