DEAREST DIARY
Every year
she asks for
a diary
always a different colour
'86 - pale pink
'87 - saffron
etc., etc., etc.
They line her shelves
in full view
a rainbow
of years gone by
"...they just flew..."
I admit I could never
keep a diary.
"Me too!"
she smiles.
"But what of these?"
"What of 'em!"
she girns
"Look...empty as
empty!"
I take down '86
and it's..true!
Blank as blank
could be.
"I like to read 'em
every now and then
pitt myself
against the date
talk to
the page
see what
it provokes
evoke the day
whatever a past it may be
for whatever
year.
Each diary doused
in a different perfume
'86
Chanel No. 5
the scent unleashing the what was
conjuring up the what was once.
One dog-eared day
in 1990
a blue year
4711 Eau de Cologne
the only mark
in all the days.
"Oh that was when Dillie died!
She was such a loving cat!"
Now that she has died
-July 3rd -
the empty diaries
are thrown out
all the invisible thoughts
falling out
date by date
by date.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
DEAREST DIARY
Every year
she asks for
a diary
always a different colour
'86 - pale pink
'87 - saffron
etc., etc., etc.
They line her shelves
in full view
a rainbow
of years gone by
"...they just flew..."
I admit I could never
keep a diary.
"Me too!"
she smiles.
"But what of these?"
"What of 'em!"
she girns
"Look...empty as
empty!"
I take down '86
and it's..true!
Blank as blank
could be.
"I like to read 'em
every now and then
pitt myself
against the date
talk to
the page
see what
it provokes
evoke the day
whatever a past it may be
for whatever
year.
Each diary doused
in a different perfume
'86
Chanel No. 5
the scent unleashing the what was
conjuring up the what was once.
One dog-eared day
in 1990
a blue year
4711 Eau de Cologne
the only mark
in all the days.
"Oh that was when Dillie died!
She was such a loving cat!"
Now that she has died
-July 3rd -
the empty diaries
are thrown out
all the invisible thoughts
falling out
date by date
by date.
