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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Ever the darkness, every night or 

early morn, a moment for chance, 

the time to begin.

Still, we wait.

Incessantly.

We do it again and again, enough 

or a lot or as much as we can

if we care to admit it.

Why?

Can’t a shade of mystery simply 

take hold, whether we like it 

or not?

Must we always seek familiarity?

 

10/21/2024                                                                                                          j.g.l.

another chance

The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

oftentimes

Today might not be what it is 

without yesterday being all 

that it was.

In a succession of events, 

unplanned or programmed, 

rarely do we consider 

what has happened, 

as it happens. 

Sometimes we speak less 

about things that matter 

as we think we have 

more time, as such. 

Oftentimes 

we do not speak of 

things we should 

as they are happening, 

in the time that remains. 

In the time we are given,

the present persists.

 

10/15/2024                                                                                                  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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This Awakened State

Posted on April 11, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Feeble dreams, then none at all.
Reckless. Restless, what
soothes your soul on nights
     when darkness
boastfully intrude? Thoughts
expand and contract, you inhale
then exhale, though time
is rarely true.      Or precise.
Neither comfort, or interlude,
as the mind wanders to places
you have never been
nor wish to return. Anxiety
or worry, how can you know?
                  Insomnia.
Isolation. Overreaction.
Contemplation. Will you read
or recite stanzas from your
puzzling past trying earnestly
to recreate placid images that
take you away from this
              awakened state?
    Poetry shows concisely
how others have suffered,
how they have healed.
Find rhythm or the rhyme.
Close your eyes, deeply
   breathe, take stock of
the certain and the sublime.
              Poetry knows.
You have been there before.

04/11/2021                                       j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month
all poetry all the time
right here
poetry every day

 

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