April is Poetry Month, a celebration as much as a challenge.
A month of finding words, matching emotions to the circumstance on my daily life.
It is personal.
It is questionable.
What can be accomplished by specific moments randomly observed? Observations only, I take note mindfully. Each day becomes an exercise in fulfillment.
Is it enough?
04/03/2023 j.g.l.
Skittish, at times unsure, we scratch out lines and incomplete sentences, each stroke describing or defining the trajectory of our narrative.
Each sentence spells out a sense of place.
We are looking for concise meanings that may not be apparent on first read. Still, we continue looking.
Brevity leads to complexity.
04/02/2023 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
keep looking
Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 j.g.l.