Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young fridays

    This search for wholeness, an
    unforgiving quest to find a
    natural state in a world of
    compromise, deceit, and fate.
    My self, my view, my impulse 
    or intention too far beyond 
    what I am or have now.
    Deep thoughts, a deeper longing 
    for an uncomfortable truth 
    mainly comprised of falsehoods.
    What is behind this fragile shell?
    What has it done to protect me?

    04/29/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.

  • by any other name

    More obvious than DNA, presence
    or personality: identity. Individually,
    names are given out by someone else,
    by family or memory. Titles awarded
    before character is developed,
    without our knowledge.

    A voice we live with. Should you
    call out, what will you hear? A name:
    in the end, all we are left with. Goodbye.
    What you remember and often forget.
    Introduction requires random thought
    of specific examples.

    Fingerprint fact and interpretation, a
    name, birth date, statistics, history always
    living proof of every step taken, up until
    now. Evidence you are all you believe in,
    selfish presentation of self-image, under
    circumstances that change along with us.

    Do you represent what others might think?
    How well do they know you? Would you
    be any different under any other name?
    Will that person remain the same as you
    if it were true? Hello. Ask yourself.
    It is a hard title to live up to.

    © 2021 j.g. lewis

  • friday

                     sunlight navigates its way

         between

                   what was and what

                is still to come

         friday

               not just any day

                   you find the freedom

           to notice

         transformation happening

         as it should

                           look up

               will you see what you should

           or observe

                   all you have neglected

    04/26/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Qualifying questions, remedial response.

    Knowledge of situations often haunt.

    What we know or have been told.

    We tell ourselves we just don’t know.

    Answers formed by thoughts untold.

    Rumour and misinformation often sold.

    Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.

    Bare truth and logic will get in the way.

    04/22/2024                                                                                                            j.g.l.

  • 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
    take a poem to lunch