night thoughts 3:48

June 23

Shameless cries
at night, voices
out of sync or
out of sight. Who
really owns the
pain at 3:48 a.m.?
Who does the
darkness belong to?
This is where the
people live. Can you
feel the hurt?

06/23/2020 j.g.l.

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a decade of days…

2025 is an anthology of thoughts du jour, unsolicited advice, messages of peace, philosophy, poetry, and photographs from the past decade of Mythos & Marginalia. In unchronological order, the years not as important as the dates, each post a reminder (if only to myself) that I do indeed write every damn day.

June 15

rainy day ways

I don’t do umbrellas.
Well, I do… or I have, but it is always a temporary thing.
It seems I can never keep a bumbershoot in my possession.
Who knows how many I have lost, or misplaced, or left behind at unknown points along my journey? I have purchased, been gifted, and found more umbrellas than I dare to count. Many have been abandoned in cabs, coffee shops or cocktail lounges, business meetings, funerals, hotel rooms, or hanging on the coat rack at some soon-forgotten lover’s apartment (I do remember the quick getaway in the pre-dawn hours, only to be reminded by the downpour on the wet tenement steps the moment I got outside).
I will not spend another dollar on something I am sure to lose again, the money far better spent on lottery tickets where there is an even greater chance of a return.
Instead, on those mornings where rain has arrived or is threatening, I choose to don this old reliable Tilley hat that my father gave me some 30 years ago. With an almost umbrella-sized brim (protecting my eyeglasses from errant or evident splish-splash), it is ugly, utilitarian, and utterly useful; with hands-free convenience, it does what it is supposed to do, promises nothing more, and is there when I need it.
I haven’t lost it yet.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

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June 12

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June 11

cloud songs

Often it is the promises
that will carry you
through uncertainty.
Perhaps spoken in confidence,
even to your self, the words
allow you to see,
or to dream,
  a little further.
Uncertainty can provide
  an element of hope
  or, true to the word, promise.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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June 14

the whole truth

I am broken,
I have been for a while.
Possibly, maybe, I have
never been complete, yet
I am whole
in ways only
my fractured self
can comprehend.
Look within.
It is more comfortable
to understand your self
than to be misunderstood
by others.
Truth.
The whole truth.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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June 9

we could learn

It is the perception of a lifetime.
Even as they fold and wither, as  the stem bends under the weight  of their beauty, the colours lose their vibrancy, and petals fall with time, flowers remain a miracle. We could learn a lot from flowers.

© 2022 j.g. lewis

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June 5

what else have we got

We, generally, question ourselves daily, but more specifically, on days like yesterday or the one before, or a few weeks before that. The resounding questions of why, are overwhelming and obvious.
  Sadly, the solution is not.
  It seems so inane to say we have to have greater faith in humankind when the tragedies we see and feel are neither kind nor humane.
  But what else have we got if we don’t have faith?
  It becomes harder and harder to have faith in the self, in the system, in spirituality or religion, but we must.
  Now is the time to be strong; questioning our faith will only make us weaker.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

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