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Weekend Rewind: Rediscovered Riches

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden: The Notebook

By Proud ViM ProductionsPublished 21 days ago 3 min read

Vocal moves at the speed of light. In a whirlwind of submit, hearts and comments, the enthusiasm quickly wanes as publications move on-wards through the conveyor belt of creation. The new overshadows the old. This is the way of the world but, as a result, our words are buried, forgotten or are never even given the daylight they deserve. Treasures missed, gems left in the history of the ever scrolling feed.

But nestled within the archives of this articulate Aladdin's cave there are diamonds cut and shimmering with the profundity of insight and beauty, waiting to be revisited, rediscovered and found.

Our "Weekend Rewind" aims to be something of a time machine, transporting you backwards and shining a metaphorical candle on creators and creations that you may have missed as life, love and the universe took centre stage. We offer a gentle reminder of the timeless nature of truly impactful writing.

This weeks hidden gem comes from:

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden has been a long-time member of the Vocal platform, and is quite well known here for her fabulous poetic voice, which she shares with us most often, connecting with her readers in a raw and emotional way.

Her poem, The Notebook, written nearly eight months ago, also does not disappoint in this regard. A melancholy feast for the senses, this piece asks us to ask ourselves the dark and deep question, would we have made different choices when the truth of another’s intent was revealed? Would we have changed our minds upon learning things in our lives were not as we perceived?

Enjoy this piece by them, The Notebook – it’s well-worth the one-minute read!

She stood there in the doorway

Shadows laced the gown she wore

The light shimmered down her face

Her green eyes twinkled in the glow

A candle flickered on the table

There were flowers in a vase

The rain trickled on the gable

The curtains swayed, a gentle pace

A book lay open to an entry

She was never meant to read

She hid away inside the pantry

To get to see what she might see

Just what he had been revealing

In the journal that he kept

When she understood the meaning

For days, she only wept

Wishing she could go back

Would she undo all she had done?

Or would she stand there in the doorway

With her nightgown left undone?


Please be sure to check it out in its original form and give Kelli the love this piece deserves:

Keila x


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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran21 days ago

    I've already read this poem by Kelli but I enjoyed the reread! Thank you so much for sharing this!

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