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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Not So April
Posted on April 30, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

What could April be
but a blemish, fingerprint,
crease, or point of reference
in this year’s kaleidoscope.
Nothing sacred.
Not what was expected;
a disappointment
much like a November
without the history
of a war-torn year. Weary.
Unwarranted. Colourless.
We should save mishaps
for later in the year, when,
better able, we dutifully
pad our memories with
shards of joy, fallacy,
jubilance even.
Not so April, less it offers,
even than March.
Of course, we suffered
through its odious showers,
what else could we sing about?
Only hope it seems.
We continue looking.
That which we are denied
must be postponed for
for May. Or for later.

04/30/2019                                   j.g.l.

a point of reference

Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on April 29, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

I hope this finds you well; it has
been a while. Far too long.
These days, it seems we all have
something else to do with so little
time to ourselves. It is as it is.
I am wondering (I often do) how,
and where, you are. I have
misplaced your address;
(I’m like that, you probably know)
if you remember I’m disorganized
at the best of times. Why don’t you
send me a letter; an open-ended
conversation with a friend who
wants to know how you are being
treated in the only life we have.
Fill your cup with tea, sink into
a comfortable place, let the pencil
guide you across the vacant page.
No doubt, things will come to mind
you never meant to mention.
Let me know where you have been
or what you have done. Let me know
you are safe. Fill a page with everyday
thoughts (even those not so chaste).
Do you ever get lonely? Do you still
do what you used to do, now you
have changed? Remember when we
wanted to change the world? Did we
make a dent? (I think I am still trying).
Tell me your story in as much detail
as you wish. There is always
something we are dying to say. It is
not always easy. It’s not always clear
(I know). Maybe, by writing it down
you will feel that freedom (again).
Never before had we had difficulty
communicating, then it all stopped.
Give me a few moments of your
precious time. Share with me a letter;
I can only promise I will reply.
04/29/2019                                                      j.g.l.

it is as it is

The Feelings Will Follow
Posted on April 28, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

It is to live in the moment,
not live in the poem, that
becomes confusing to a poet,
young or old.
Personal observations are
only valuable to the extent
they are emotionally relatable
to the reader. Otherwise the
words become confusing.
It’s not what happens to you,
but how you allow yourself to
be affected by what happens
to you.
Show, don’t tell. The feelings
will follow.

04/28/2019                        j.g.l.


just let it happen