Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • cloud songs

            Our paths shift, circumstance and
                  attitude shaping our trajectory.
       The company we keep alters both
           our outlook and destination.
               We are where we are
            mainly because of who we are 
                              and whom we are with.

     

    04/16/2024                                                                              j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    A wish for words more delicate and 
    refined will only lead to
    an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
    and a smudge of indifference.
    Emotions scoured from the page,
    its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, 
    you are no longer (or never have been) 
    satisfied with what is there.
    Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, 
    a humane reaction may not be soothed.
    Not always. No matter what.
    No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
    it never was?
    You question the questions.
    The flaws in your self can only add up
    to a greater expression of your being.

    04/15/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

     

    April is Poetry Month
    flaws and all

     

  • damn truth

    We do not touch the money, now
    only digits on a screen. Ingredients
    in our foods unknown, or what
    scientists contribute to the scheme.
    Price at the pump keeps going up,
    still our cars can’t seem
    to get enough.
    Politicians are not worth knowing, or
    deeds in which they partake, sin or
    scandal widely-known, we
    elect them anyway.
    Damn truth be told,
    between utter lies; they won’t salute
    the dead, so many innocents die.
    We won’t wash our hands, but
    still waste the water
    and share the blame.
    We don’t care if we don’t want to,
    our days continue just the same.

    © 2018 j,g, lewis

  • sins and sorrows

    04/11/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

    April is Poetry Month

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Waiting for the darkness, but
    not from the night. Waiting
    for darkness to squelch the light
    of the day.
    Rare and strange and still
    somewhat familiar, the Moon
    caught crossing a path,
    expectedly today.
    Vision enigmatic, but solemn
    and static. Naturally occurring.
    We live with the darkness
    however unnerving.

    04/08/2024                                                                                   j.g.l.