The Diary

The Diary ( written on Dec 8th 2009)

Clumsily strewn on a page, are
the words of my first journal
Entry.
a sentinel waved me through,
the gate of heightened
living.

Leaves of paper roses
awaken by my pen’s irrigation
felt-embedded musical notes,
that wildly rip through silence
just like a child’s carefree laughter,
echoing from a nearby playground.

Seated in a desert garden with
the sun’s warmth on my neck,
as sand is to glass, through careful revision,
my gritty parchment thoughts born of dark ink sputters,
helped me see clearly.
at the terminal of a bound book,
arrival of my mind.

Flipping through the catalogue that is my head
nomadic words traveled around the world.
moved to another place-
by them,
a tempestuous deluge of ideas at sea,
who resemble a stray creature starved for more.

Writing is the punctuation
of our fast-lane lived lives,
and as I began to welcome
my arsenal of sewed opportunities,
letters became the bridges to my heart.

A reflection of a road’s crackled pavement-
yet a treasure hunt
with no certain destination.
Eastings that softly fall off the map,
each line, a new Spring’s unearthing.

Syllables linked together,
their own flowing embrace.
into lofty air-
majestic white birds fly,
whispers of forming words, alive in my ears-
tamed bulls, teased by a handkerchief.

It’s then that I discovered,
a great deep beauty,
called my-
Imagination.