Notes To Self....

Notes To Self....

A Poem by Fillmyeyes
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This is a poem that just "happened"....

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Another notebook....
One of so many that has been. 
Last one closed and tucked away 
For reference and safe keeping...
~
Fresh clean pages await me 
Collecting all that I experience
All that I learn 
All that I seek...
~
Notes to self....
Doodles...of my whimsical thoughts
Sketches of my dreams
Written paintings of the 
Beauties I encounter 
All that I wish to 
Remember always...

~
Beautiful ribbon bookmarks 
For the moments I cherish most 
Tattered edges
Marking off the things I have learned
Folded corners 
Where I choose not to dwell
Tear stained pages
Mark the saddest of times
My fingerprints on every page
Each notation touched by me personally
Or me by it...
In someway or another
~
Poetry..... 
Yet to be written 
Emotions poured out on every page
Whether happy, sad, angry or mellow, 
Even if only indifference
~
My pages fill quickly some days 
Others seem to take a while
But the pen of thought is ever moving
~
Notes to self....
Remember, this made you smile
This made you sad, this made you strong...
And yes..... 
This made you love....
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Those beautiful ribbons that mark 
Those things most cherished
Those things that make 
Your heart smile
Your soul sing....
It is the ribbons 
That mark life’s greatest experiences
My most incredible pages
Where I choose to reminisce
Where I fan the flames of today’s peace
Today’s happiness...today’s joy
Those memories 
From moments ago or as far back as my youth
Nourish my soul...
~
These ribbons help to remind me 
As I write my more solemn pages
I draw strength from them
Remembering that shadows 
Dwell even in the darkest places 
Reminding me 
There is always a ribbon of hope somewhere
~
Jean 
4-29-13  ©
FILLMYEYES

© 2013 Fillmyeyes


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60 year old mother of two, grandmother to a handsome 12 year old. Poetry is a gift, my way of venting, sharing and releasing some emotions. I enjoy reading and writing. I moderate Late Night Poets .. more..

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