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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.

action

Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

forever wonder

If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.

© 2016 j.g. lewis


I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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no warmth no welcome

Posted on February 11, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Eyes wide open

in the dark, blood rushing, pounding heart. Still I cannot see.

Can you believe, will you find relief

walking down once-familiar streets?

Before light to the darkness of the dream, or the dawn,

or the dread,

now only streetlights. I wake. I walk, I wonder.

Halogen hum overhead, the only sound, above scorched earth

or snow-covered ground.

Only one reason for being here, everything else

is gone.

 

Let me sleep.

Let dreams whisper. I’ve got thoughts, which must come out,

I shouldn’t need to shout. I cannot listen.

Below a moonlight serenade, the homeless search

for shelter and sustenance, while new lover’s trade

secrets

behind the door. Promises not shared before.

Not with each other.

I wander. These were once streets, bursting with kindness.

The sidewalks, now, little more than foreign, there is no welcome here.

Not in the way it was, as I left it.

 

Do you take

what is there, take the care, or do you wait to lay your heart

before the soul who once listened to all you know,

and found comfort. In my voice there was enough,

yet now it is torn with edges

rough.

What was still is. Or is it? There is value in a thought.

A struggle with contempt

of dreams I might have spent, but not wisely.

There is no warmth. I will go back from where I came,

my presence will remain.

 

© 2016 j.g. lewis

 

 

 

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