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

Pick up what’s left of the shadow that has been trailing you for a week or three, the one you have noticed even when the sun hasn’t been shining as it should.

   Of course there have been distractions (there always is), even as your nerves are beginning to fray, and all those anxieties still follow you, surprisingly so, on any old day.

   Intermittent rain washes away hopes and plans dreamed on and diminished now. Still, you have the time and, more importantly, you have the mind to make it all happen. You’ve got something more important to say.

 

10/14/2023                                                                                                                               j.g.l.

 

on its own

Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.

© 2016 j.g. lewis
                                                   

Mondays are just young Fridays

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

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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We Wait

Posted on June 3, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Undetermined hesitancy,

well past procrastination, yet far less than wasting time.

Waiting is less a function and more of a state.

It is not stillness; for that to occur the mind must settle, not

impervious, but free to allow thoughts in. And out.

Then become silence.

We, then, are waiting, knowing time will tick on anyway.

If we can stop even for a moment, to simply breathe,

we can find perspective.

It is searching for something meaningful

from something meaningless.

We seek further meaning,

knowing our lives are deeper than our pockets.

We understand there is greater nutrition in a shared meal,

that Friday will arrive each week, and a bicycle and a car

each have a purpose.

We wait; believing home has nothing to do with boundaries.

For our past to catch up with our ever-present worry, for

today to be the gift we were told it would be,

the future must unfold as it should.

In searching for this equilibrium,

have we become stuck in the balance?

Our mind is occupied.

Waiting.

We know there are people, who miss us as we miss them,

and we wait in one space thinking that one person may find us.

Waiting may be a reminder

they are not coming.

As we wait, we attempt to determine if

our response is an action, or a reaction.

We know inaction.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

 

 

 

 

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