Blue streaks delineate your purpose,
Outlining refined segments of
Information – categorized by the
Will of my hand.
Bright and inviting, each new
Turn marks a fresh start…
A place to begin again.
Sometimes your yesterdays
Mark the end,
Other times, a means for
Navigating my future.
The pressures of authority and time
Scramble our communication and
Your words become fuzzy, broken
And misunderstood…-
A dilemma best resolved
Immediately.
But when you have flipped
And you stare at me with your
Canary yellow face,
Open to all my whimsies,
Inviting my thoughtful
Etchings…
My mind smiles and
I begin to create
Art;
Framed definitions of
Unfinished business
And
New arrivals…
An agenda for my life’s steps
One by one.
You are the unconventional diary
Of my work.

For Verse First ~ Right Under Your Nose, to describe something close by… I described my notepad.