Mythos & Marginalia

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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 . . .

this journey

How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

this season

A little cold, little wet,

a little tired and yet

I am here. Still,

full of wonder.

The morning chill leaves

little to the imagination

and much less

to hope for.

Expected, perhaps, as it

always is, this time, this

season is only what

we ask of it.

11/21/2024                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

The answers are far less certain

than even last week, to all those

perennial questions or solutions

you might seek.

 

What do you believe, or 

what do you believe in?

 

Come Monday, you have fewer 

questions than you had last week.

For a while there are less doubts

in what you believe. 

 

Whom do you believe in,

and who believes in you?

 

11/18/2024                                                                                                          j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 21, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

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A friend sent me a poem many years
ago. It was a short work, but length
does not lessen its power.
  Over the years this friend and I have
shared poetry and even taken the time
to read it together; a shared experience
where we offered our own verse, and
common favorites written by others.
  I’ve read thousands of poems, but this
one short poem from her pen often
comes back to me. It is a succulent
poem about an old shirt and the security
and assurance it can provide. I could
not recite the entire poem by rote,
but the theme speaks to personal
worth and how the fabric of the shirt
—’ laundered to a softness only age
and time can give’ — comforts the
soul as only familiarity can.
  Like an old friend, poetry offers
respite and relief when long days are
less than expected or sadder than most.
  Poetry provides a smile when needed,
inspires action when required, and
reinvigorates emotions when moved.
  Like many old friends, poetry is not
always top of mind, though you do
know it is there for you. Like an old
shirt, poetry waits for when it can be
useful.
  Today is World Poetry Day. Take the
time to read some prose today, maybe
your own work, or perhaps that of others.
  You might have a favorite, or you may
find wonderment in something brand
new from somebody you know nothing
about.
  Whatever you read, know it will speak
to the soul, as only poetry can.
                                                                    j.g.l.

thank you Darlene Payne, always . . .

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