I’ve lost my poetry notebook.
That slender scribbler with blue and white boats on the cover
fitting instantly in pockets
unobtrusive on nighttables
familiar with coffee shops and handbags, desks and grassy mound,
alert and keen
it waited for flighty inspiration.
I’ve lost the mad jottings,
the crossing out, the changes,
synonyms in endless lists,
invented words mocked by their conservative neighbours.
I’ve lost my mind
my moment of respite
my calm in eye of storm
the grips that hold me onto life.
And in the world I know
nothing is ever fully replaceable.
14 thoughts on “I’ve Lost My Poetry Book”
Wow, you expressed my thoughts well from when the mail lost one of my writing notebooks last year in the middle of one of our moves. I was devastated. Six months of work down the drain. And, then they had the nerve to deny my insurance claim. (There were many other things in the same box. ) So, your last line is particularly correct in this instance. “Nothing is ever fully replaceable.”
Oh, I really feel for you! Moving is the pits in this respect. But I can’t blame it on moving this time…
… and some things one simply cannot ‘back up’ …
I have numerous notebooks and I scribble on backs of envelopes or make notes on my phone often because the notebook I need is seldom in the right handbag at the time I want it… (some things can only be jotted in a purple notebook)
Love this poem. “I’ve lost my mind” – yep, I know that one! 😉
But where could it be…. Will you update us when you find it? I’m concerned about the welfare of the poor little lost notebook all alone in this world… Unless it’s having adventures…?
I like your assumption that I will find it eventually – thanks for that vote of confidence! I am cracking open a new one tonight. But, alas, you never quite forget your last one, especially when it abandoned you before you were ready to let it go…
Ah… the remembrance…. But you knver know, it may yet turn up! Fingers crossed the new one will prove fruitful in the meantime…
passingly lost are my notes. napkins, paper towels you name it get skinned with ink often. this is a wonderful staggering piece. loving it.
Sometimes the best thoughts are the fleeting ones…. Thank you for your visit and comment!
The best poetry, though Marina, happens when you have noting to write on. It is a sign … of great things to come. 🙂
I wish…! In my case, it’s usually the highway to amnesia!
You really did lose your mind! Where could they have gone? Wherever they are someone else is enriched. Time for new ones!
This is beautiful. I can relate so much to the idea that my writing is my mind, my sanity, my peace. I have a little notebook in my purse, and I’m always writing scraps on scraps. I’ve been thinking lately about getting something a little larger, and making some sort of note for every day (probably because my memory is so awful lately). This poem inspires me in that direction. Thanks!
Just make sure you don’t lose it! Thanks for stopping by and for your heartfelt comment.