I'm a journal junkie.
I journal for me.
I have gardening journals, spiritual journals, music journals, and even journals of poetic thoughts. The excerpt below is from the latter.
My poetic thoughts journal is just that - random poetic thoughts that I write without thinking. I just let it happen, and, at times, it surprises me how much of my subconscious comes forth.
I hope you enjoy this little tidbit of sharing.
Tried and true, til’ the end, numbness wreaks havoc upon my fiddle hand
Without care nor kindred hope of ever being sensitive again, alas, she now finds
That she can no longer seduce with vibrations of air.
journaled in 2010