Spiral Notebook

By lupus tenebrae

I stare until this tea-stained
paper browns with age,

until a jumbled mess of letters
has something left to say,

until a scribble becomes
abstract in coherent ways

or ideas form a poem
in belated days.

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Published on Wednesday, August 27, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Just a little bit of observational writing while I wait for this cold to go away.

Comments on "Spiral Notebook"

A former member wrote: Until wisdom becomes passive, one must experience to learn.
On Wednesday, March 19, 2014, Spiritus_Frumenti (341) wrote:

i really like "until a scribble becomes abstract in coherent ways"...good poem..
On Wednesday, March 19, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

Nice flow! Ciao, T/S