Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days

a daily breath

  • this puzzle

    Hesitation is seldom efficient.
    Moments become a weakness.
    Alone. Struggling with the blur
    from one day to the rest. You
    try to see the hidden meaning.
    Will you write the right words?
    Finding certain rhythm, sorting
    out time. Each step or notion,
    guarded breath or concurrent
    emotion. Seconds, then minutes,
    comprise a day. No silence with
    solitude. No path. Today. Clues,
    random dogma, unclaimed truth,
    passive aggression, as you work
    your way through to the answer
    in plain view. Mystery in the grid.
    Seeking substance in this puzzle.
    Will you look again tomorrow?

    © 2020 j.g.lewis

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  • cloud songs

         Morning observations rarely register
                 as we wake and wander our way 
                 through infant hours. 
    It takes a moment for 
    the mind to come alive while
    the gravity of the day settles in.
                   We fail to notice little things,
       considerably more substantial days ago, 
       perhaps once meaningful or spiritual,
       now displaced as the second hand
       of the wristwatch sweeps onward.
           Afford yourself opportunity 
       to be distracted by butterflies, soon
       a scent of lilacs, freesia, even the taste of
       spring rain or requisite morning coffee.
           In days so rent with common 
           occurrences, look beyond 
           what is there.
     
    05/02/2024                                                                                 j.g.l.

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  • Mondays are just young fridays

    This search for wholeness, an
    unforgiving quest to find a
    natural state in a world of
    compromise, deceit, and fate.
    My self, my view, my impulse 
    or intention too far beyond 
    what I am or have now.
    Deep thoughts, a deeper longing 
    for an uncomfortable truth 
    mainly comprised of falsehoods.
    What is behind this fragile shell?
    What has it done to protect me?

    04/29/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.

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  • by any other name

    More obvious than DNA, presence
    or personality: identity. Individually,
    names are given out by someone else,
    by family or memory. Titles awarded
    before character is developed,
    without our knowledge.

    A voice we live with. Should you
    call out, what will you hear? A name:
    in the end, all we are left with. Goodbye.
    What you remember and often forget.
    Introduction requires random thought
    of specific examples.

    Fingerprint fact and interpretation, a
    name, birth date, statistics, history always
    living proof of every step taken, up until
    now. Evidence you are all you believe in,
    selfish presentation of self-image, under
    circumstances that change along with us.

    Do you represent what others might think?
    How well do they know you? Would you
    be any different under any other name?
    Will that person remain the same as you
    if it were true? Hello. Ask yourself.
    It is a hard title to live up to.

    © 2021 j.g. lewis

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  • friday

                     sunlight navigates its way

         between

                   what was and what

                is still to come

         friday

               not just any day

                   you find the freedom

           to notice

         transformation happening

         as it should

                           look up

               will you see what you should

           or observe

                   all you have neglected

    04/26/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.

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