Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

original content and images ©j.g. lewis

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 . . .

these days

tomorrow is another chance

but what about today?

11/29/2022                                                                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.
Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.
11/28/2022                                                                                                                                                                                        j.g.l.

be content

hold the image
speak the silence
feel the clarity

11/27/2022                                                                                                                 j.g.l.

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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Left Behind

Posted on April 20, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

     Bus shelter                park bench
              city streets

   Clothing strewn across pavement
like a secret
                                or sins

             in this weather
   March not yet forgotten
                  the lion does not rest

       neither do society’s sacrificial lambs
       the unhoused or the addicted

An existence
harder than concrete
we walk on                      We walk by

   seeing only what is left behind
   more comments than questions

           Blood on the sidewalk

   like the clothing          we do not know
         whom it belongs to

              Another secret
                                       another question
                     No comments

         Some sinners don’t get saved

         Some sins are unaccounted for

04/19/2022 j.g.l.

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