The Black Journal
The words are buried
in the Dollar Store journal
where grief and relief exist together
Where salt and sugar
both have their place
and hurt deeply felt
is a path out
The imposing closed cover
Is dark but not locked
the final page is saved
for lessons learned
and changes made
_______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
September 19th, 2021 12:20 am
What a wonderful exposition of the benefits of journalling!
September 19th, 2021 3:17 am
Salt and sugar, sweet and sour, that’s life!
September 19th, 2021 3:18 am
This one particularly short and sweet Collen and especially strong methinks…
“The words are buried
in the Dollar Store journal
where grief and relief exist together
Where salt and sugar
both have their place”
That is great, bold and confident poetry for sure. Your words have real authority here… A sign of a writer truly maturing… Bravo!
September 19th, 2021 3:43 am
Oh, the wonders of journaling! A brilliant write, Colleen.
September 19th, 2021 7:32 am
I love the idea that grief and relief exist or are found in the same place. Beautiful piece ❤️
September 19th, 2021 8:43 am
Journals are places of wonder and enchantment, danger and despair. It’s all there for the taking—or leaving.
September 19th, 2021 9:15 am
the last stanza is the perfect ending to your poem.
everyone should keep a journal, a back door “left open to enter through or escape”.
September 19th, 2021 9:47 am
Such is the power of writing in a journal. It’s amazing how our powerful our words can be.
September 19th, 2021 10:07 am
I almost never use a cell phone so most of what other people do on their phones I do in my dollar store calendar. The upside is that I can find information a lot more quickly than people who use their phones. If I have an interesting thought, it goes in the calendar along with the mundane tasks.
September 19th, 2021 11:19 am
Committing anger and grief to the Dollar Store journal is no doubt cathartic….and provides fodder for thoughtful poems when revisited at some future date! Your poems are always so relevant and readable.
September 19th, 2021 2:12 pm
I know in my journal grief and relief (joy?) get all mixed up. I love the idea of a journal as a means of escape.
September 19th, 2021 4:28 pm
I do love a place where all things and feels belong, in some way or another.
September 19th, 2021 6:54 pm
“Meaninglessness passes like an overcast morning.” What a great comparison, and a hopeful one.
September 20th, 2021 10:09 am
Colleen, this poem is pure delight … so many wonderfully creative thoughts/lines … I no longer keep a daily journal but often find myself jotting ‘important’ stuff on a few notepads scattered about.
January 27th, 2022 4:55 pm
I love this. A lot of truth in it.