A Vessel To Store My Visions
My Quiet Unassuming Friend
It meekly sits before me unopened
Inviting me to fill the pages.
With notes, with scribbles, with insights
My pen jots tittles.
The possibilities are unbounded.
They stream across my consciousness
A new project, a brainstorm session
Ink spreads into the void.
Here today, but cast into the fire
Tomorrow. But while I have breath, I will
Treasure that friend who bids my dreams
Spin into tangible.
Will it be chicken scratch, working through messy thoughts?
Will it be an epic, brimming with adventure
Complete with those elements fantastical
That invite wonder?
Or will it be an ode to that ordinary
Object? Ubiquitous but a mighty tool for
Documentation of my imagination–
The humble journal.
About the Creator
LJ Pollard
As long as I can remember, I've been writing and sharing stories. Writing and storytelling, whether it be a humorous poem composed in five minutes, or an epic fantasy told over several novels, brings meaning and joy to life.
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Beautiful! I have so many journals to fill in! I actually had a look in my old ones the other day, it was like panning for gold in that most of it was scribblings but there were a few little nuggets of gold in there! Thank you for this poetry, it was a treat to read!