Sounds Of The Season

December 23

We find comfort in the music we choose to listen to, particularly that of this season.
I have a handful of albums from across the musical spectrum that I listen to each year. These are my sounds of the season.
At the top of the list is the soundtrack to a film I grew up watching, but it goes past being a childhood favorite.
I played A Charlie Brown Christmas by the Vince Guaraldi Trio the other night. I’ve owned the album in a couple of different formats and have enjoyed the music as a kid, a teenager, and a full-fledged adult. This album has no boundaries.
I’m sure I will play the album a couple of times over the holidays, the infectious jazz brings me happiness and memories. It reminds me of both childhood and fatherhood.

12/23/2021 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.

April 1

letters and words

© 2022 j.g. lewis

April is Poetry Month

April is a celebration of letters and words;

all poetry, all the time, every day of the month.

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March 29

indelible

Permanently placed.
Soft touch, a
lasting impression
where it counts.
I feel it.
You might
sometime try
to scour or scrape, but
you will never erase
the fingerprints
you left
on my heart.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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March 28

what I might see. . .

. . . and
who will come and
sit quietly
as I dream
mouthful of emotion
colours wrapped
in silence
immobile motion
even visible
but. . .
only to me
not even an audience
could know
what I might see
but perhaps
would settle
for dreams
of their own

© 2017 j.g. lewis

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March 31

propaganda or verse

Poets say
              April showers bring May flowers
So too say the liars, the preachers and prostitutes
who come to express what they’ve heard, but not
what they know.
   Unlike poets,
the doubtful and the disenchanted
often cry foul as we together mourn the loss of
common sense and decency.
A tarnished soul with a litany of pleas, a poet learns
words are worth little more than sand if not spoken
with wisdom derived from a broken heart, physical
traits of emotional details, and second-hand lessons
from third-rate teachers.
       It hurts to bleed.
       It hurts to need validation.
Honesty is not worth what it once was, but comes
at a significant cost.
       April soon, May will surely follow,
and politicians will say only what they want to hear
(like the prostitutes and preachers). Fraudsters all.
Only the poet sees the crime, unless
you know wherein the message lies.
       Society becomes as calm as it is
corrupt, when we take the words of a televangelist or
talk-show host as truth. Moving swiftly through topic
of the day – fentanyl crisis or racial pain – they don’t
know any better when speaking of so much worse.
Nor can they tell the difference between
propaganda and verse.
       The poet writes not of spring flowers,
       but of the dread instead.
Whom else but a poet (or discarded lover)
would sit in the rain and wait for tulips to bloom?
Other souls think it too impractical, too illogical, or
simply too wet to care.
          Them who cannot taste the difference
          between raindrops and a salty tear
          may never know bona fide honesty
                                      until they read about it.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

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all poetry all the time
right here

poetry every day

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March 27

a little easier

In tomorrow’s light,
things will look a lot
less frightening.

In tomorrow’s light,
maybe we can find
our way.

With tomorrow’s light
it might seem
a little easier.

In tomorrow’s light,
may we find comfort
throughout the day.

© 2020 j.g. lewis

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March 24

all my flaws

Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.

03/24/2023 j.g.l.

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