Open Poetry #5 |
Brand-New Notebooks |
Ted Reynolds Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 331 |
BRAND-NEW NOTEBOOKS (14,000 Things to be Happy About -- #25) What lies on these pages, Invisibly white-on-white, Which throughout the year Starting with tonight Will manifest itself To poor time-bound sight? Will they bear insights To blossom into great verse? Will they hold true or false, Blessing or curse? Will they coin love letters, Or things much worse? Hidden under all this white Are words in future black. Wish I could read them now, but lack the knack. And I myself use a P.C. -- So put them back. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is cute, Ted! I love brand new notebooks! And I use them as well as my PC! Denise |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Ted, well written and true with me as well. There is just something... I don't know...delightful, decadent, exciting...about a new notebook. Odd, huh? Maybe if I got out more...lol. Just teasing, but I do love writing materials and loved this poem! Claire |
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simplyYRREHS Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 162 |
Oh!The smell of new notebooks and writing paper....sick, are we all! But I love them too. Takes me back to childhood, reminiscent of the beginning of a new school year. Beginnings. I think that's the key. Something wonderful about new beginnings, even in the form of a fresh new notebook, waiting to be filled. Lovely poem, Ted. Another simple pleasure. "The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet, we do not treat ourselves nor another thus tenderly." ~Henry David Thoreau |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
A simple brand-new notebook Is like a virgin soul; A masterpiece-in-waiting For your pen to make it whole. A canvas of potential To paint in hopes and fears, With sunny yellow smilings, And blue torrential tears Perhaps a bit of reddest rage, A shadow of despair, The deep and shimmered violet Of love beyond compare; Although the ink is only black, There's YOU in every line, And in your triumphs and defeats, Tis there the colours shine. --Kess Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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