Tracings
Tracings
My journal lies open, scrawled reflections
Teasing time drifting from another day
I pause to read, let each word play
Within the sketch of my soul, ink of my being
I've smelled the rain, heard sun's whispers
And painted visions while I slept
Tasted tears that midnight wept
Raced the wind and touched the sky
Life has sometimes shown me sorrow
But given me more joy than I could ask
It is in these memories that I bask
For they have made me who I am
Fingers touch thoughts, lightly tracing
Each scribbled line, each soft treasure
Tucked in this journal, giving full measure
To timeless echoes of my humbled pen
These pages, simply reflections
But each touch my soul, my being
Embracing moments, whispers
Of the sun, dreams, and midnight sky
I will not dwell on the sorrow
In life... no, that is not me... I am
This journal lying open, my fingers tracing,
Slowly until I reach for the pen....
© mdbadgerow 2007
Rev. 2009
Posted for the FOS/AnyForm Goes challenge
Host: Hhazlett26
Phrase: Paint(s,ed,ing) visions
Form: Soliloquy
© 2009 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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