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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cloud songs
Posted on April 20, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

     How far off is the horizon,
           how close will it get?

   What has changed
since you rearranged priorities
            set out before realizing
         the distance?

   Difficulties are not obvious.


What can appear to be isolated
   may soon seem familiar,
   depending on the
         vantage point.

04/20/2021                                    j.g.l.


Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on April 19, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Discipline required, intent
or epoch mired by politics and
petty grievance. Days move
swiftly or slowly. I try
to keep up or stay ahead of a
variety of calamities.
Patience is not simply waiting,
but knowing when the time is
right. What should be done
today could easily wait until
Wednesday, or June,
when the weather then
may be more fitting than a day
when nothing seems right.
I wonder. If all I am doing
is standing still, am I being
patient or lazy?
How much time is unwillingly
wasted on baited breath as we
all work our way towards
certain death? It is only a
matter of time. How often are
you reminded?
Are you rushing ahead,
or waiting patiently?

04/19/2021                                   j.g.l.

More Poetry
Posted on April 18, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Too little time or
too much poetry,
can it not be
neither or both?

Are our dreary
days not better
measured by
stanzas or lines?

If any question
has a real answer
is it not easier
solved in a poem?

04/18/2021                                 j.g.l.