Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    What happens when you step away 

    from the everyday, for a while 

    (or longer)?

    A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an 

    alternative view overhead 

    there is always another way instead;

    at least there will be this week.

    Even a wristwatch looks different today 

    for deadlines have no purpose or place 

    this week. 

    A well-deserved break, to say the least.

     

    11/04/2024                                                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

    What of today, tomorrow

    or next week?

       What about the weary,

    the impoverished, and the meek?

       What becomes the answer or

    the validation that you seek?

    11/01/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • who would know

    Dissemination of information

    fast and furious. Daily, hourly,

    minute by minute, it accounts

    for our perception, rightly or

    wrongly. 

       Who would know the truth?

       Who should know the truth?

       Ask me.

       If I am not a liar, then I am 

    not a man.

       How will I know questions

    from the answers? 

       It is not multiple choice, but

    there are many versions of

    what you need to know.

       If only you would ask.

     

    10/31/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    What is it now that has you questioning the why and how?

       We can, and we should, question our thoughts or plans, even our direction. It is only natural to wonder if our path is moving the right way, or if we should be choosing some other route. 

       There is a lot to absorb along the way, there always was. Do we pay enough attention now, or did we ever? What have we ignored or looked over? 

       What didn’t we see?

       What needs to be revisited?

       We can’t always take it in stride.

     

    10/28/2024                                                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • consequences

    You catch yourself wanting to say,
    to ask, to cry out for help, for attention
    or for effect. Even if only to see
    if anybody is listening. Yet you don’t.
    Anger ignites, anxiety rages, and the
    consequences of a handful of
    wholly conscious decisions scorch
    the fragility of the present. It matters
    not what tinder was sacrificed
    to the flame, for now it is ash. Now
    useless. Consumed. There is nothing
    else left. You know, deep down,
    what matters is what you ask, or say,
    to the one person who has always
    been there. See yourself. Be yourself.
    © 2016 j.g. lewis