…on smooth pages

I cherish my notebooks
my collection of scribbles
a haphazard repository
for thoughts and feelings
captured in scrawling ink

their pages a virtual maze
travelling to dead ends
or endless possibilities
painting images
of both darkness and light

imagination and reality
eternally entwined
flights of fancy
and the depths of despair
poetry can take me anywhere

rambling scratches on smooth pages
holding all of my secrets
barely formed ideas
and rough sketches of dreams
set to music that only I can hear

I take a comfort in my messiness
in my unplanned execution of words
my careless flow of imagination
and the rambling roads I travel
for this is where my thoughts roam
free of judgement and restraint

these pages are my sanctuary
my confidants, my companions
some days I am hesitant to turn the page
afraid of what I might find
something circled for attention
or scribbled in the margins
forgotten or unintelligible
but I know it is aching to be recovered

in the quiet moments
I think often about the time
when my rambling words
may be discovered, after my demise
and I pay deep homage to anyone
who can interpret my griffonage
© Ann Bagnall