Amongst the darkness as daylight
gives in to nights we yearn for,
will we find the solace which has
evaded us for hours.
Comfort comes unknowingly, not
always in the presence of others.
Alone, but not lonely. Contentment
requires compassion.
Companionship is illusive, at times,
when it is better left unsaid. Unspoken.
With whom would you tell when
unaware of what to say.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Is poetry written, or does it
write itself. Mysterious and
measured words lay plainly
on the page, further pulling
you into the curse, by line or
stanza or by verse. Poem or
prose; emotion flows naturally
from the shadows of birth and
death, in memory or breath.
April is Poetry Month
A cause for celebration or pause,
a month for thinking as, day by day,
it draws us closer to life’s meaning.
As simple or complex as you allow
it to be. Take some time to read,
to feel, to believe and see.
Mythos & Marginalia
fresh poetry every day
j.g. lewis
Last night I stepped back in time, an amazing opportunity that took me to music that was the strongest part of my youth, The timeline was all over the place (as were my teenaged years) but memories were vibrant, reassuring, and oh so inspiring.
Drummer Stewart Copeland brought his act: The Police Deranged for Orchestra, playing with the full Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra, local guitar god Joey Landreth, and three amazing female vocalists.
The music’s arrangement (or derangements, as Copeland puts it) totally captured the essence of The Police, the three-piece band he was part of into the ’80s for a seven-year history that saw it become the biggest rock band in the world, for a time.
The concert hall was packed. It wasn’t the same as when I watched The Police perform in this city more than 25 years ago, but I’m sure many of the other balding or grey-haired heads bobbing to the rhythms took in the same concert.
The music seemed to fit in with where I am now; I listen to more classical music than I do “new wave” or “post punk”`or whatever we called it then.
It was proof that great songs, performed in any genre or style, are still great three decades later.
I was right there. Remembering. For a time.
j.g.l.
