Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

       What we narrate, curate
    or choreograph
    maintains its presence in
    the greater expanse of
    a life lived. Might we forget
    the details amidst the corruption
    and careless contamination
    of years passed by,
    or people passed over,
    the quintessence of the event
    still rings rather true.
       We may wish to
    languish over one memory
    or another faithfully captured in
    our psyche; much to remember,
    forever is an awful long time.
       We still live with
    the consequences, occasionally
    reminded of desperate attempts
    to alter our way, tact
    or approach, but little
    can be changed of what
    has been ingrained.
       We live with it,
    our restless reality lasting
    much longer than we give 
    ourselves credit for.

    04/24/2023                                                                                j.g.l.

  • haiku 4 you

    We don’t have to look far.

    04/21/2023                                                                                                          j.g.l.

    April is Poetry Month
    what will you find?

  • If

    If night is meant for dreaming
    where do daytime thoughts flow?

    If travel takes you elsewhere
    how often do you think of home?

    If you search for a sense of belonging
    will you find common minds who care?

    If you seek a destination
    how will you know you are there?

    04/20/2023                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • afterthoughts

    “Have you got any change?”

                    And I walk on by
                    no eye contact, no
                    acknowledgement.

         I look ahead,
         I look down,

    we share the same sidewalk.
    It is all we have in common.

                Afterthoughts of judgment,
                            mostly about myself,

       I am not the only one
                 living in this hell.

    04/18/2023                                                                                                           j.g.l.

     

     

    04/18/2023 j.g.l.

  • endless opportunities

    We address our myths or live among them, as we breathe and believe the endless opportunities afforded us in our capacity as human beings.
       Poetry resides, whether we are comfortable or not, in the past as much as the future.
       Only in the present is it mythical.

    04/16/2023                                                                                                   j.g.l.

    April is Poetry Month

    breathe and believe