Little spattered stanzas between bindings
have spawned and aged like yellowed edges
of dearest dear old journals
where I hid my deepest darkest thoughts:
Are you there?
Is your name crackling ink stain,
or were you so much worse
that I wrote you in bitter lemon thoughts?
How precariously hung are those lines
I left invisible to all but my soul.
How sealed was mouth that meant not to mete out rebuke,
or justice, or pain, or anger,
or deep dark thoughts I have not listed.
Upon reading any prior thing I have written,
I find that some demons have become vanquished
by my absence. Thank God, for both of us.
Author notes
Prompt: "Words are invisible until you write them down." ~ Tate Hobart
In a list
A contest entry
- Quote Contest by Danna Hobart.
550 points, ended August 15, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is wonderful, so deep and filled with emotion. Indeed, I have felt this same way when looking back on some things I have written. Thank you so much for entering.
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Wow you nailed the prompt with this. I think you beat us out for gold
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This is a powerhouse punch to the heart, my Friend. There is such truth, such wisdom within these lines. Good luck in Danna's contest, Sweetie. I totally "get" your list title, too. 
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this is excellent! I love the tone and feel of this piece. your background is perfect for it too! great job. good luck with the contest. peace and light to you always in ALL ways, kp
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