A New Notebook

written July 2023

"Yet they will capture thought upon thought upon thought. Not all poems and prose. A book of writings to accept wherever my thoughtfulness goes."

A pretty new notebook for my words to be captured

And my mind to get lost in a sea of images

To create a window into my heart

Who knows, some poems will be dated and signed

Some will have titles

Many will not

Yet they will capture thought upon thought upon thought

Not all poems and prose

A book of writings to accept wherever my thoughtfulness goes

Or maybe it's just thoughts without the thoughtfulness

An essay loaded with lows

Spelling mistakes and messy

A free-for-all when the pen hits the page

A place to record whatever must be written down

A sentence, a word

A list or a plan

A goal or a pondering of the soul

Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow

Sometimes well written, others not

Every word easily legible and understandable

I sure hope not

A boring book it shall not be, that I assure you

A secret most likely kept from strangers' eyes

Yet, would it bug me if someone chose to read it like a book

To start from the beginning, or just give it a quick look

A browse? Or maybe a peruse?

What are you chasing? What have you found? What have you got to lose?

Is there someone you just love to be around?

Who in your life, if they died tomorrow, do you wish you'd been more around?

Live your life to the fullest

And give them a ring

By a ring, I meant a call

But if it's the one you're meant to marry, then by all means, do more than just call

Propose, and then there shall be a marriage after all

But don't get swept away by an ideal

Because life is not a fairytale

So be mindful of what you know to be true and try the best you can do

But just know at the end if you don't choose Him

Then know, life chose you

And you will reap the reward of what you sow

So sow a garden you'd be proud to pick flowers from

And boast in the gardener who planted them all

You must know that your flowers are as pretty as can be

Without the gardener, they'd be nothing, you see

Because nothing on this earth is for free

To have true freedom

You must give Him everything

And now it's time to bring these thoughts to a close

To close this book, just as my eyes are choosing to do

I'm ready to sleep

And next time, not so late

Goodnight, and may your dreams tonight remind you that life is finite

-M