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Paper Heart

I write on it every day
It has been crinkled and torn
It’s the only thing I know
I can remake from ashes

Some notes in pencil are faded
Many, seemingly in ink and paint,
are more permanent
I imagine the words etched therein,
as vivid hues of echoes and memories

I continue to keep my journals there
every waking moment
filling up the remaining blank pages
in worn and patchwork volumes
The bindings have always been resilient

About This Poem

Last Few Words: More ruminations and metaphors for aging within poetry.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Comments

Jackweb

Jackweb

3 years 6 months ago

The creative tool

Most times our inspiration comes when we do not have the right tool to put it down. However, as a creative writer- we improvise with any material to jot down our thoughts.

Geezer

Geezer

3 years 6 months ago

Keeping...

a journal in your heart-of-hearts, is something that many of us do, but few have the skill to write about it! Nice job! ~ Geez.
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Geezer

Geezer

3 years 6 months ago

Thanks...

I'm glad that enough people appreciated it to make it poem of the year. ~ Geez.
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