Journal lost

Ink soaked the edges
drunk with evidence of awakening
the explorations of soul
lay swollen with effortless abandon
upon the tiled ways
lay broken clay
disastrously called to floor
by hands shaking to free.
And what linen sheets and leather
could not hold
wood and wicker let slip cool over
its blank upturned face
the measure of morning musings
now swirled black and blue
the collection of words
released to a death unexpected
and a life I could not breathe
again; such is fate
such is change.
For though in the smell of
coffee and shattered thoughts
the words remain
in the my skin
to be found
in new lines
new horizons of thought
and I will write

So, farethewell alphabets of longings
passion’s questions and the musings
of days gone.
May the sky find them worthy
and the earth drink of your
an another morning
and another cup
fill another day


5 thoughts on “Journal lost”

  1. It is a painful loss. When I moved here, my shipment went through England and someone decided to break down the container for the last part of the journey. Many of my belongings never arrived, including two decades of journals.

    1. oh dear lea – wow. It is a loss indeed. I would like to think the universe absorbed them and returned them to the well of thoughts.

  2. What a wonderful thought! Thank you so very much.

    BTW, have you ever read any Jasper Fforde? What he writes is way off the page for me yet I picked up one of his Thursday Next series (The Eyre Affair) and was hooked. In that series, there is a book titled The Well of Lost Plots.
    They are far fetched but a lot of fun. They are aerobics for this person’s grey matter.
    Jasper was a Welsh man writing scripts… in Hollywood, went back to Wales and started writing books. I don’t know about his other books but this series has been great fun. Imagine your tour guide through the Literary World being none other than Miss Havisham… 🙂

  3. Warning, you will either hate it or be addicted! 🙂 However, I have it from a very reliable source, his Nursery Crimes series, doesn’t come close…

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