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 . . .

pocket poem 2024

                 Current Thoughts

           Open your mouth, let words
   bypass lips. Converse consciously
   to brethren or bystanders.
       Reach out to
   close friends gone amiss.
       Be not afraid, not now, of
   articulating current thoughts and
   accomplishments of which
   you are proud, and even your sins
   (for we have all owned a few)
        might seem far less tragic
         from an altered point of view.
               Give fresh voice
   to insecurities and anxieties hidden
   within your self, speak highly of
      those dusty dreams
            languishing on a shelf.
   Past sullen moments cast a
   lengthy shadow, short-term
   expectations tend to dull down
   long-term possibilities.
      Talk freely around all you want,
   or hope, or desire to be.
      Each intention will resonate
      with those who wholly believe.
   Understanding takes effort.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.

April is Poetry Month
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cloud songs

        Our paths shift, circumstance and
              attitude shaping our trajectory.
   The company we keep alters both
       our outlook and destination.
           We are where we are
        mainly because of who we are 
                          and whom we are with.

 

04/16/2024                                                                              j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A wish for words more delicate and 
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, 
you are no longer (or never have been) 
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, 
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.

04/15/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

 

April is Poetry Month
flaws and all

 

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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on April 29, 2019 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I hope this finds you well; it has
been a while. Far too long.
These days, it seems we all have
something else to do with so little
time to ourselves. It is as it is.
I am wondering (I often do) how,
and where, you are. I have
misplaced your address;
(I’m like that, you probably know)
if you remember I’m disorganized
at the best of times. Why don’t you
send me a letter; an open-ended
conversation with a friend who
wants to know how you are being
treated in the only life we have.
Fill your cup with tea, sink into
a comfortable place, let the pencil
guide you across the vacant page.
No doubt, things will come to mind
you never meant to mention.
Let me know where you have been
or what you have done. Let me know
you are safe. Fill a page with everyday
thoughts (even those not so chaste).
Do you ever get lonely? Do you still
do what you used to do, now you
have changed? Remember when we
wanted to change the world? Did we
make a dent? (I think I am still trying).
Tell me your story in as much detail
as you wish. There is always
something we are dying to say. It is
not always easy. It’s not always clear
(I know). Maybe, by writing it down
you will feel that freedom (again).
Never before had we had difficulty
communicating, then it all stopped.
Give me a few moments of your
precious time. Share with me a letter;
I can only promise I will reply.
04/29/2019                                                      j.g.l.

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
it is as it is

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