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 . . .

cloud songs

    Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
       If we choose to notice.
       If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state 
between elements of darkness and bright, 
           morning quells emotions and
   disruptive thoughts we once embraced.

03/26/2024                                                                                     j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
   It goes past superficial.
   Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
   Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
   It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
   I need to do the work.
   At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.

03/25/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

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sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on May 6, 2019 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

Observations, intuition, random thoughts on specific events, a mouthful of complications, a soul full of grief and goodness; each day I write.
I write every damn day.
It is what I do.
Lately I’ve been thinking more on what I write, or what I am doing as a writer, a poet, and a human being. I think it comes with the territory; how can you write what you are thinking, if you don’t acknowledge your thoughts?
Day by day, we all collect snippets of information (seemingly valuable at the time) that eventually clutter our thoughts. It is not knowledge, but something we know.
Trivia or truth, it matters not, eventually we lose track if we don’t keep track.
We often forget important things, beautiful things, and stuff that matters. Truth. We all do.
Sometimes some things go amiss unless we make a conscious point of remembering.
I choose to write it down.
Sometimes my daring perception is bang on the mark, other times it reads like unadulterated lunacy and, yes, my dyslexia gets involved and there are typos and errant punctuation and occasionally my participles dangle.
My words are out there for all to see and that is okay with me; I am human. The errors and misgivings are mine, I own them, and I am accountable for them.
Does it make a difference?
Will you read, tomorrow, what I write today?
Words have a purpose and are written for a reason. The written word is there to inform, to entertain, or to remind (how many times have you forgotten something at the grocery mart because you didn’t write it on the list?).
My words are an account of my journey on this planet, and I keep writing them, I keep changing them… I keep demanding of them.
I write so I won’t forget.
It’s not like I write because I am. It’s more: I write because I know who I am.
And I am here, every day.
I write every day.
I hope you’ll come back to read tomorrow.

05/06/2019                                          j.g.l.

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