I Bought A New Notebook So Here Is A Poem About It
25/10/2021
I have cracked open a new notebook
The last one is bloated and dead to me
I cast it down without a look
Those tales of varying triviality
They live in the past and I am free.
Writing life is no waste in my eyes
Whether the words drag or fly
They all mean the same to my future self
Realising when depths were actually heights
As I ponder all I truly felt.
History plays out across pages
Spatters of a past now lost to me
Flickering thoughts firmly dated
Preceding a future unforeseen
The accounted lives and deaths of dreams.
Records of every circumstance
Meaningless then but not so now
Spilling, rippling, blue ink tracks
I carry every word on my back
Even when I tear the page out.
My journals pile high on the shelf
In sickness and in health
I will keep writing my history
Of days both full and empty
Of nights both heaven and hell.