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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It No Longer Matters
Posted on September 3, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

We barely have the time
to recognize where we are.
   This is not the time,
nor is it the place,
to disguise old intentions
as long-forgotten mistakes.
   How can you remember
what you were planning
when it no longer maters?

09/03/2021                                       j.g.l.

we have tried
Posted on September 2, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

it doesn’t feel right because
it doesn’t feel like September

it doesn’t feel like
it is supposed to feel and
it has been that way
far too long

for too many months
we have listened

we watched

we waited

we have waited for a change
we have tried to adapt
we have tried to change but

it doesn’t feel right

it doesn’t feel like
it is supposed to feel

and still we wait

09/02/2021                                        j.g.l.

To Simply Arrive
Posted on September 1, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Hello September,
such a surprise to see you before me,

not even a rumour of your impending arrival.

           So unlike the ninth month

to simply arrive unannounced,
as your usually-reliable predecessor will often
drop subtle hints;

the chill at night, even a warning of frost at times.
We often stop and admire those early sunsets with
that melancholic mood you feel
                   when the end is near.

August seemed to drag its heels, this year,

as summer instead gave us this unrelenting heat
by day, and all those sweaty nights. Night after
night, days without rain. No reminders
                      of what time it was.

One month seemed to become larger than intended,

flowing right into the next.

September usually stands alone.
Now it arrives without a rest,

and I just notice.


© 2021 j.g. lewis