Mythos & Marginalia

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j.g. lewis

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Mondays are just young Fridays

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

It’s not nothing

I would like to think it is nothing, at least I’d like to try. I know I can’t, but I will fool myself into believing it was less than what it is (I’m gullible that way).
   Still I know, deep down, it was more than what I was expecting. Certainly it was more than what I was prepared for.
   It’s always something; really, anything is.
   There is something in anything, worthwhile or not, that captures your imagination or sends your soul circling.
   Nothing matters then.
   It is always more than what you were counting on, even when there is nothing to compare it to.
   Always unlike anything else, you try to twist and turn it into something familiar, or something you can relate to, all the while knowing that nothing has been like that, or felt like this: ever.
   Yeah, it’s like that.
   It’s not nothing, but it can’t be everything. . . or maybe it is.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

a deeper conversation

Ever the questions, 

no response, until now. In the wake 

of all that happened all that time ago; 

even recently, as details were 

unearthed convincingly.

Negligently we accept responsibility 

for secrets and sins unacknowledged.

The government, the Church, 

the children. The shock of it all. 

Tears now stain history books. Truth.

A deeper conversation. 

We talked about it, yesterday.

Too long society, 

more specifically “we”, have turned

a blind eye to ways of a world 

we thought we never knew.

Lord knows what they were thinking 

and did nothing.

 

10/01/2024                                                                                                             j.g.l.

 

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on June 14, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Some days are better than others; other days are worse than they should be, and many are the same as they have been before.
   Nights are not long enough, and the days are too short.
   Some days suffer by reputation or familiarity, few offer the mystery they have in the past, yet there are those that simply happen as they should. Those days, you see or do a couple more things than you usually do and manage a few surprises along the way. It just happens, and is more appreciated when it is not all planned out.
   Many days are meant to be adventures, others do not move swiftly enough.
   What you can count on is that Wednesday will always follow Tuesday, and then Thursday just takes place. Saturdays often blur into Sundays. If you do it right, Mondays are just young Fridays. It is not always routine, nor is it day after day again and again, as if it is part of the process.
   Take from each day what it offers, and leave behind what you can, when you can; surely there will further disappointments or delays in the days ahead.
   Try to spend more time remembering the good days, because bad days have a way of reminding you what they were and when they were. Celebrate the good ones, and try to squeeze in a few more in on a regular basis.

06/14/2021                                     j.g.l.                                      

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