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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Poem In Your Pocket 2020
Posted on April 30, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Had We Not Dared

  we had not smiled,
had we not met,
        if either of us
would not have dared
to take a first step.
were different, and time
had simply lapsed, or
        if we didn’t share
tiny bits of our past.
Had we not known,
  or had we nor dared,
if we
wouldn’t have looked,
or hadn’t have stared.
  If we had not
have written, if we
wouldn’t have clicked,
would it
               have become
               just another
 Yet we did, or we have,
and for that
                   I am blessed.
          what we know
has been put through
the test.            I think
all of those things
could never have been
           if we hadn’t
have shared some time
  in between.

© 2020 j.g. lewis

Today is
Poem in Your Pocket Day
It is a day to celebrate poetry
by selecting a poem, carrying
it with you, and sharing with
family, friends, or strangers.
Even in these times of physical
distance, loss of connection,
and self-isolation, you can still
share poetry and a smile.
Sharing is caring and we could
all use a little more right now.

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Only Wednesday
Posted on April 29, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

   Wednesday sits naked
           and ordinary

   between the bookends of social Saturday
   and restive Sunday. The day is
         little more

   than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
   treadmill. Indecisive and

   nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
             on a Wednesday

   and it’s the same each week.


© 2014 j,g, lewis

For A Shadow
Posted on April 28, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

dead pencils
still leave a mark
salvaged from the litter bin
gave most of their everything
         from within
now surrounded
                    by cigarette butts
salad oil      tuna tins     phone
messages   hydro bills   coffee
grinds                    orange peel
rotting spinach              or kale
shoelaces             leftover pain
                               a sad refrain
    still saving a few scant lines
                               of sentiment
for a man
and a night
and a poem

                               for a shadow




always leave a mark