My journal lies open, scrawled reflections
Teasing memories of 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 sky.
Love has shown me joy and sorrow
But given me more than I could ask.
It is in these memories that I bask
For they are me.. and why I am.
Fingers touch thoughts, lightly tracing
Each scribbled line, each soft treasure...
This, a word reunion, giving full measure
To timeless echoes of my humbled pen.
This book, just my journal's reflections,
Yet each still touch my being...
Embracing thoughts, whispers
Of the sun, dreams, and midnight sky.
I cannot dwell on the scribbled sorrow
In life... no, this is not who I am.
My journal lies open with fingers tracing
Until slowly once more I reach for my pen.
written in 2006
rev. 2007, 2009, 2011
Submitted into Gracie B.'s Blue Ribbon Derby challenge
Phrase: 'word reunion'
By Myrna D.
© 2011 Myrna D.
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