Musings Notebook

Thoughts
    thoughts
        thoughts
 
I am words scribbled
in and out of existence
lazily thrown across
sun drenched bed sheets

--Spilling from a pens edge
across an open line of infinity
dabbling in wishes and wanton reverie


I've captured muses
--and amusing uses
    of boundless imagery

They call that articulation

But you and I both know
it's your own little puzzle

Go ahead
bleed on these pages
Draw out that metaphor of you
and give it right to me

For I am your lost love in a stack of words
--locked up behind some subtextual meaning

You can't lie to me kid...

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

:) This was great, in my humble opinion. I felt as if you were speaking directly to me in the reading, which was a very unique experience. I read endlessly, and I have often had love affairs with words; to me, this is what this piece conveys. The last line...brilliant.

Technical issue:
2nd stanza, 1st line "I am words scribble(d)" --think you just forgot the "d" there :)

[Shane William]

Well s**t, damn my useless grammar (and lack there of) but in this case spelling. Can't help but to feel like a child missing his mouth and dribbling food on his shirt. lol.

[Shane William]

But if you felt this writing spoke directly you, then it has. And once again, you make me feel that I didn't post this here for nothing.

[Audrey Rey]

I love how structured this is. Not just verbally, but visualy as well. The first verses really draw you in and don't let go till the very end. Love it!