Wednesday, March 2, 2011

On old journals and pencil poems

We are in the midst of preparing for a long-term overseas move and I am beginning to go through ‘history’ items of books and journals to keep what I value enough to ship over the Atlantic Ocean.

Today, my wonderful friend who is helping me (huge gift, Erin, thank you!) and I found some old journals that I will be sharing from over the next few weeks.  These two were written {in pencil} about 11 years ago in a strawberry covered journal. 

I was in the midst of seeking to heal from a very, very broken heart.  I wrote to heal—not even that I was writing about the heartbreak, but just the joy of writing and pondering was carthadic. 

I hope you enjoy these trips down memory’s lane in these next weeks…I’ll be sharing more.

 

Lead Echoes

Blessed pen~cil,

writes on the window sill

and lets me peer in~

                         side

and ride the tide

                  of generations gone by

And write and re-write

                     the story

               of the ages

              on these pages

Whose echo raises her unchanging

                     glory.

and

pencil prophecy

I wonder when

       this pen~

              cil point

                  will break

                  and create

                   a time

                  of prime

                 disappoint~

                           ment as

                   sentiment

                           fades and

                            leaves only

                            a lonely

                            wordless

                            voiceless

                            shade?

{neither of these poems had a title in the journal.  I chose this second title because this time in 2000 was followed by the diagnosis of my mom’s cancer in 2001 and her death in 2002 and subsequently, I wrote little to nothing until just a few months ago.}

both poems written by AWK (maiden name) in the late spring/early summer of 2000.

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17 comments:

  1. the line pencil prophecy captivated me. Love this poem. So beautiful.

    And thanks for stopping by my blog and encouraging me with your words. You know, my hubby and I will make that move overseas soon as well, so I could relate to your words. I too will be thinking about what to leave and what to keep--and in the process, I hope I find what's really important.

    Blessings to you new friend!
    Mel

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  2. Beautiful. :)

    I love finding old journals and reading back through them.

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  3. Turbulent times in your life when writing those poems. Glad you turned to writing then and have rediscovered your works now.

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  4. Turbulent times in your life when writing those poems. Glad you turned to writing then and have rediscovered your works now.

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  5. Beautiful. :)

    I love finding old journals and reading back through them.

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  6. the line pencil prophecy captivated me. Love this poem. So beautiful.

    And thanks for stopping by my blog and encouraging me with your words. You know, my hubby and I will make that move overseas soon as well, so I could relate to your words. I too will be thinking about what to leave and what to keep--and in the process, I hope I find what's really important.

    Blessings to you new friend!
    Mel

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  7. nice. i love going through old journal...this was really nicely done and i love the line breaks...may your pen-cil always be blessed...

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  8. Rambling HeatherMarch 2, 2011 at 6:09 PM

    FUN!! I love reading the words and heart cry's of old journals. Very lovely words that you knit together even then!

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  9. i love that you pulled out your old journals... my favorite line was "pencil prophecy" and my heart broke when i read about your mother passing away from cancer... oh friend... this life... so hard. may God wrap you in his arms as you pack and prepare for life overseas. i'm so excited for you.

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  10. beautiful poems and I like the picture of the pencil! cool! So sorry to hear about your mother and your long time away from writing. i hope you have a wonderful trip.

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  11. i enjoyed your poems--simple yet creative. The picture of the pencil is cool also.
    I am a big journal keeper and have a big container of mine starting at age 13 (I'm 57). I'm sorry about your mom--I lost mine to cancer also and wrote very little for awhile afterwards, but then found it cathartic to write my feelings esp. when I was really needing her.

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  12. startling and gorgeous. (and i wholeheartedly agree on the catharsis of writing.)

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  13. I love the concept of writing with that still valuable tool, the pencil. That, combined with the picture and some outstanding writing, make this a very refreshing visit. I really like this observation in pencil prophecy:

    "I wonder when this pencil point will break and create a time of prime disappointment..."

    May God richly bless you and your family as you move to discover new horizons!

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  14. Thanks for sharing, I love the simplicity and yet they carry so much weight. Beautiful.

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  15. agree..eloquent wriitng...


    Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

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  16. Excellent, all-around superbness (is that even a word? do I care right now? no).

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