Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

original content and images ©j.g. lewis

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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Posted on April 20, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Unmotivated mornings,
unearned tears, borrowed wisdom,
plagiarized fears. Time-lapse ingenuity,
predictable pattern or passion,
naïve solutions, outright reaction.
Redemption, rejection, malignant
aches and pains, all is not lost,
nothing ever gained.
Moving violations, negligible
patience worthy of mention,
spit-out excuses, resist intervention.
Embryonic impulses to aftertaste of
regret, incidental remains of
the pretext you forget.
Sonorous inner-dialogue defeated
each day, ruminated incantations
with little to say. Crowded pockets
jingle with retroactive distrust,
take on reality full of malice or disgust.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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