It all began with a Moleskine, pristine
white pages daring:
Go on, start
Make a mark
Summon the words, arrange, rearrange
never mind the scratch and scrubbing
disorder, chaos on the page
the wrestling into shape
is it done, words spun
sufficient sparkle and polish?
Squint from a distance, peer at it close
say it into the silence
deep breath, next step...
Up on the internet, bold in a blog
go well my child, released to the wild
first poem out there on the web
and ten years on the progeny
so many now and varied
down from the ether, returned
arranged, rearranged
much artful editing
And I’m glad for the Moleskine daring:
Brave start
Make mark
for look, here’s a book
my self revealed, my soul
spilled on the pristine page.
February 28th 2020 Hounoux
What a journey, congratulations. Goodness I got such strong images of you reading this, I must have absorbed so many snap shots of you over the years and I can see that moleskin the way it used to fit in your brown leather handbag, I see it in so many places waiting for the words, that when read feel like shared moments of thoughts, pictures, colours, smells, memories from a dear friend. Thank you xxx
ReplyDeleteBarely ever a Valentine's card, nor flowers, husband not much given to romance, but always kind and unselfish, which as I've tried to tell my girls so often over the years, is the really precious gift. Thank you Jude.
ReplyDeleteAbove comment as you'll see immediately Jude, meant to be with the Cuppas poem.
ReplyDeleteRe this poem, and my collection of Moleskines ( don't ask me what it has an e at the end?) did I tell you that the current one was a gift from you a year or so ago? Thank you so much for your words about reading my poems, that's so very much what I hope from the poems for my readers.