30 July 2010
The Next Chapter.
Does anyone out there keep a journal? For those of you who do, you probably know what I mean when I say that fully completing one is quite a feat! Well, get ready to congratulate me, because I have done just that. I have just completely filled the 250 page book I began on 4 August 2008.
I guess 2 years is a long time to work with so few pages, but looking through my entries, I found that the average span between them is 4 or 5 weeks. And sometimes up to 6 months. Regardless, I'm pleased that I can now move on to fill the beautiful journal I was given last Christmas..
So anyway, while flipping through my now-retired journal, I came across some little tidbits that I'd like to share...enjoy!
12 September 2008
Things I could be obsessed with:
Grace. Pillows. Afternoon. Good Thoughts. Toast. Pens. Arizona. Construction Paper. Ballads. Night. The Hepburns. Your Apartment. Cleverness. Travelers. Used Books. Post-Marks. People with Courage. People Obsessed. Quilts. Spark. Puns. Good Lighting. Cats. The Driver's Seat. Polaroids. Peonies. Your Friend's Girlfriend. Stories. Green. Your Bed. Guitar Fingers. The Original.
25 Septempber 2008
We are all poets masquerading as regular people..
23 October 2008
Love makes no one weep
it makes no heart break.
Love is beyond tears and vital organs.
25 November 2008
They sat on stools of
moss and tree bark
they built their homes of
flowers and weeds
Their lakes were
clean, clear pools of resourcefulness
their mountains were
all the words they never spoke.
30 January 2009
To make a gross generalization: everyone these days is desperately afraid of being alone.
We join social networks, write trite messages to our friends, then have melt-downs if they don't respond to our every syllable.
I saw a girl walking her dog down my street yesterday. She was texting as she moseyed along.
But then, I had gone out on the porch to read. And I had brought my phone out with me..
3 March 2010
and become a butterfly pavilion.
I play out the whole scenario
in my head
And wait for my cue.
I try to predict your words
as I mouth mine in a whispery silence.
20 April 2010
It was the September moon.
My petals wilted and fell into a salty sea.
They stayed afloat for a time
before being wrecked by the waves.
I lie marooned
awaiting the wave that will wash me away.
Awaiting the moon's revenge on my deceitful heart;
my inner tornado.
And now, onto the next chapter of my journaling!