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 . . .

deception

We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.

What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.

Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.

The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.

Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?

 

© 2021 j.g. lewis

acts of clarity

Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.

 

Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?

 

Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?

 

Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.

 

Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.

 

Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.

 

11/14/2024                                                                                                                  j.g.l.

November 11

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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Off To Work

Posted on May 13, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Absent mind,
rushed with time,
of course
I stopped for coffee.
Mad dash, car splash,
soccer mom
in SUV
rains its temper
all over me;
currency of
the shame I’m in,
payback
for my recent sins.
Bus is late, or
was it me
suffering
in my complacency.
Exact fare,
last of my change,
Thursday
morning,
a royal pain.
Cramped seat, soggy feet,
disgruntled look
on each face I greet.
Mismatched socks,
two shades
of grey, certain to be
that kind of day.
Off to work,
all kinds of fuss,
umbrella left
on the bus.

©2017 j.g. lewis

 

Poem Kubili is an international
companionship of poets with
a common love of writing and
reading poetry. To read more of
of the group’s collected works
visit poemkubili.com

 

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