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Journal Lover [ suggestive language]

by Bruce W Niedt

I need a journal that invites me.
This notebook isn’t it.
Steel-spine helix,
gloss-black cover,
generic collegiate,
regulation three-hole punch,
narrow blue lines,
thirty-seven to a page,
vertical left margin,
authoritarian red.
Cold, clinical,
better for chemistry notes
than poetry.

Give me a journal.
A sensual tome,
cloth cover, or better yet,
something my fingers can caress,
and stiff-rag, off-white,
naturally nubby pages,
the kind that courts a fountain pen.
A book I can’t wait to come home to,
that spreads its paper wings wide,
and breathes in my ear,
“Come on in, big boy.
Fill me up.”


Posted on 01/16/2002
Copyright © 2021 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/17/07 at 11:56 AM

Well done Bruce! Enjoyed it. I think the suggestive disclaimer in brackets suggests more than what's in the content of the poem. :)

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