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
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Your Own Thoughts
Posted on November 24, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

your thoughts change
          different thoughts
               varied thought
     minute to hour
                         day by day
           your own thoughts
           your own way
           you own your thoughts
           your thoughts can change
                                or change you
             change your thoughts
             change your mind
             change your ways
             change with time
                   take time for thought
                   change of thought
        sometimes a thought
                          is all you’ve got
11/24/2017                                     j.g.l.

Thank You
Posted on November 23, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Thank you is a beautiful phrase.
No matter how quickly it is said,
or whatever the occasion, you
cannot overlook the gratitude or
I know I don’t say it enough, and
I have so much to be thankful for.
We all do.
Repeat those words more often,
and not just today. Let’s make
thanksgiving an everyday event.
Thank you.
11/23/2017                                j.g.l.

How Does It Feel From The Inside
Posted on November 22, 2017 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

Collar upturned, scarf scratching
against the skin, eyes tearing as furious winds
find their way, we protect ourselves
from the intermittently indifferent month
of November. As only we can.
Atmosphere duly moistened
by pent up frustration in joys not found,
unfostered friendships, and decline
in the value of our self-worth,
deceit flows freely in these darker hours.
Our hardened hearts impervious
to even favoured words, we can hardly
hear ourselves speak, and better we not.
Each question delivered during these days
cannot summon an answer; even decisions
arrived at in November will wait.
December, with its warmer spirit and
delicate snow is then a softer month
for broken promises or shattered hearts.
We count not the days, but tolerate
this month of indecision, our time instead
sorting out emotions, impositions,
and lack of interest.
How does it feel from the inside?
The bitter cold slams against our silhouette,
while souls cry out for attention, admonition,
gentle hands or comfortable shoulder.
Even young bones creak loudly against
this change of season.
Even old souls forever remember
the intolerable month of November.
© 2016 j.g. lewis