Wednesday 25 June 2014

DIARY STORIES
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I grieve the loss

Of those words

Written on pages

Of a diary

With a white cover

Lovingly holding

The rainbow thoughts

Of a prancing child

Who was tamed by words

Read or written

Recited or put to tune

 

Words, words and words

Of childhood

That flowed gently

On those pages

Of that white

D i a r y

That also held

Her poet father’s words

Of a corrected rhyme

Of a rooster poem

That she wrote

 

All forever gone

 

 

22 comments:

  1. Oh, it is sad to read about the disappearance of a childhood diary. I remember having one in perhaps 5th or 6th grade, but somewhere along the line I myself threw it out. I have never missed it, but after reading your words I kind of do! Sigh.

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  2. i just commented on moonies piece...and said similar...i have lost journals and it always feels like losing a bit of myself....i put so much in them of my life and day....to lose the words of her father all the more...as it ties to their connection and could not be recovered...

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  3. Even though I don't remember, it is all a part of me, and I know it is a part of you.

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  4. I threw all my diaries out years ago Now I keep a poetry journal instead.

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  5. A few years ago I burned 30 years worth of journals and diaries. It was liberating!

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  6. I like the wistful tone of your poem, Sumana. I have no idea where the diary I kept on and off for about five years ended up. It was just words thrown on a page but I'd sometimes like to read them again.

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  7. Oh sumana
    "The rainbow thoughts
    Of a prancing child
    Who was tamed by words "

    how lovely that sounds
    and what a pity the actual words were lost.

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  8. Sometimes we ache for the feeling of things we have left behind..I think it is all inside..and it definitely comes back..as it does here..

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  9. Ah! So you say! But here it is, not forgotten--and here is the person who emerged from "Words, words and words
    Of childhood
    That flowed gently
    On those pages." And she no longer needs her father's corrections, but may have a smile at the memory.

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  10. a sadness to not have those early memories to hold tangibly, but it is wonderful to have good childhood memories :)

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  11. Oh! this is so sad!! i wish you hadnt lost your childhood diary ... they Are the most precious!!

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  12. Lovely words ...though it's really sad that the diary disappeared...a daily journal of childhood ...

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  13. Undeniably..beautiful are the words. Sorry for the loss of your diary, Sumana.I have always written on blank pages, and today, I wonder, why I never made an effort to store them.
    Beautiful poem....

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  14. I wish I'd kept more of the things I wrote when I was younger, it is interesting how we experience the loss of written words.

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  15. The ending here is so sad. Made me think of the dissapearing diary but also of the fact that our childhoods, our children's childhoods all are gone at some point. Nice thoughts here.

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  16. How sad it has disappeared - what a treasure it would be now. Loved this poem. Love the image of the "prancing child".

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  17. Sad to lose these pieces of ourselves. Really a lovely sense of the "you" in the dairy here--

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  18. Oh, these words, I believe, from childhood - not gone. You're absorbed them in your today poetry, they made you stronger, wiser...

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  19. I feel you Sumana. Diaries are meant for your eyes only as well.

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  20. I feel your pain Sumana particularly the corrected words from your poet father. Very nicely written. I threw away all my diaries when I got married. My blogs are my diary now.

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  21. So much grief in the word, "forever." xoxoxoxoxohugs

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