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| An Open Book pages now yellow hide dog-eared entries burdened by the weight of time... i left my diary open but she did not pry to read. entries that could instruct an indifferent heart, that could inform a mind ready to see inside this shell, could witness all the revelations i did not drop in conversation. i open this book wide and do not hide anymore. she is nowhere seen, travels further from purview. hope that I'll connect with that other worldly soul someday. still waiting, i'm growing ancient with a tome tucked with pages, forgotten notes like wallpaper coverings for windows of dreams -- of what I once was, now shrinking in a dusty village. a man too small to lift his own book does not know where the story of dreams begins, how the tales unfold because every ending: unfathomable. still dreaming in dark while Norah sings discontent, sends regrets from shores bracing horizons of potentiality, but not to be our reality. all quills run dry of the heart's ink. 8.5.20/8.28.20 37 lines, freeverse I'm in here, but it will take strong, electric paddles to bring me back to life. per the prompt: book An Open Book Yellowed pages hid dog-eared entries on a dust-shelf, since lapses in their linear time. His diary could lay open and Ramona wouldn't stop to peruse. Brian's entries could instruct an indifferent heart. Penned words he feared to drop in conversation awoke again. He thought the quill had run dry of the heart's ink. 5.29.23 |
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