Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Writers Digest / The Empty Book

The Empty Book

a life could be thought of as a book       usually never written         just lived

so many stories                                       never told                          just lived

words left unspoken        perhaps jotted down on little slips of paper        waiting

a pencil and piece of paper                     a perfect gift                      a blank book

a journal                                                  even so                              left by the bed

empty         i thought i would get around to it         the sands in the hour glass run out

will you remember         all that wasn't written                                in the empty book

March 2, 2016



3 comments:

Catie Mead Williams Handcock Robinson said...

excellent.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

My one regret is that I did not keep a journal through all the years. Because so much of what was lived has been forgotten that I would like to revisit now. This poem really speaks to me, Annell...........so many blank pages. But, thankfully, also many with words on them, in our stories and poems.

ayala said...

Yes.... Important to live the stories. Lovely.

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