Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

damn truth

We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.

© 2018 j,g, lewis

sins and sorrows

04/11/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

Mondays are just young Fridays

Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.

04/08/2024                                                                                   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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wait

Posted on July 26, 2023 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

Dawn will come, it always does.

It may take a little longer, depending on your mood.
It might not be as bright as expected, but few of us are.

It will last such a brief moment.

Dawn is like that.

You may have to wait through the darkness for some time,
full daylight arrives, except soon the moment will disappear.

So much left unsaid.

So little to say for yourself.

It comes without thinking, yet
there is so much anticipation.

Dawn appears just like that.

You have waited long enough.

 

© 2023 j.g. lewis

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2 replies on “wait”

A poignant and reflective poem that beautifully captures the essence of dawn as a metaphor for hope, resilience, and the passage of time. The imagery and emotions evoke a profound sense of introspection. Well-crafted. 🌅🌌🕊️✨

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