old and tattered
this notebook filled with words
words of many colors
handwriting as different as each word
each page a different colored words
each a new meaning
cover falling off
hanging by new threads
so old yet so new
words of feeling
words of thought
one day the cover shall fall
by then the pages filled to their max
filled with words that once had meanings
in years,
when you return to this old notebook
will you see what you once saw
feel what you once felt
hear what you once thought
covers gone,once taped
no longer sticky
notebook placed high
the shelf soon filling like the book once had
one day shall be old and tattered too...
A contest entry
- Read Between the Lines by Tercil.
1600 points, ended November 17, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love this one. Maybe if I had an official notebook, it'd be in the aame situation, but meh....I hate my handwriting anyways.
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The notebook is actually, 'us'. It speaks much of our regrets really, and I can vouch for that, that I do perceive myself as an old notebook. old termed as experienced. At the ened, it all retains as hope anyway, good read.
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you have a great talent to be so young!!
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