Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .


We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?

05/30/2023                                                                                        j.g.l.


As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

always with the questions

Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?

05/23/2023                                                                                      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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Posted on December 10, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Your whisper fair warns us, yet still

we are surprised. The calendar’s last page,

and we are left feeling more. Always.

Winter: a beginning comes near the end,

while the end craves new beginnings.

The longest season, physically, or

spiritually. Consistency, year over year,

over year, from one into the next.

Cold, as it is darker. Light is appreciated,

and necessary. We grow up knowing,

the facts of this season. Always,

our lives marked by winter.

Time, and years, have become forgotten,

but we are reminded. The soil

and silence, frozen. Our insular existence,

non-secular pain, wind-chafed emotions,

a reminder again. We desire

a warm touch; December, January or

otherwise. Hope, as with autumn’s last leaf,

dangling in a greater stillness.

A confessional. Always. Dormancy

until early spring, what we allow or when

we embrace. Silence. Darkness.

We need not be surprised.

Impulse knows. We have been here before.

©2017 j.g. lewis

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