Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


open space

  • place

    Where is never precise 
    nor permanent, altered 
    before you know it.
    It simply takes place.
    When is as much a why, 
    and for each we should 
    be thankful.
     
    03/28/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

  • open to interpretation

    We remain limited by the black and white realities of daily existence.
        Especially on the mostly grey days of late, we are challenged with thoughts greater than our mental landscape can perceive.
        We function (at times marginally), amidst rules, laws, ever-present restrictions and ideological hangups often holding back our technicolor dreams and bold creative intentions.
        We seek the colour that doesn’t seem to exist as we struggle through the remaining days of a winter-like spring.
        We can only hope, right now, for colour.
        As subjective as it is, our view should be more open to interpretation.
        Think past the black and white.
        It matters.

    03/24/2024                                                                            j.g.l.

  • World Poetry Day

    today’s emotions
    unpredictable like the weather

    snowflakes dance
    amongst a stream of headlights
    coming to rest on
    last year’s hydrangeas

    the crisp damp morning
    defies a buoyant mood
    and mocks next week’s forecast

    spring is meant to
    rid our eyes of bleak landscapes
    that have captured our imagination
    throughout a dirty winter

    emotionally fatigued
    deliriously disappointed

    03/21/2024                                                                                             j.g.l.

     

  • 03/19/2024

            Tomorrow is a promise,
        today had a reason, 
    while yesterday, in hindsight, 
                was merely an excuse.
       There may be dreams 
        between the then and now, 
           take the time to notice.

    03/19/2024                                                                       j.g.l.

  • expectations and experiences

    Aren’t we all vulnerable?
       Don’t we all, at times anyway, feel the inadequacies that come over the days and years of trying to measure up to expectations; parental, societal, or otherwise?
       Even the flaws and frailties, invisible to most, are deeply felt.
       Even by those who fail to see.
       You can’t but help observe the reactions, even if they are only noticeable to yourself.
       Who can you tell, because you should, but who will listen?
       Writing it out might help, if only to remind yourself of the experiences and the need to share with someone.

    03/17/2024                                                                         j.g.l.