The Parchment

I sit here at the windows edge 

with many yesterdays on my mind.

 I see them more plainly 

than the flower garden on the outside. 

The pull of the pen brings memories to life, 

as my imagination dances between commas 

I write,

 and my need for creation 

is set right.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Something great about a blank bit of paper that suddenly comes alive in words, be proud of yourself.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Paul :)

[Robert Trakofler]

Yes yes...I'm glad your no longer parched or parsed to the throws pon your parchments in the passages penning:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

I always enjoy when you string a strain of structured, synonyms with simple sayings.

[Robert Trakofler]

Lol I can’t help myself sometimes:)

[Dave Brown]

this is all a wonderful feeling
the warm windowsill, the garden and the freedom to let your mind wander.
We had a little Junko conflict with out warm window today and I sat in the sun, with it in my hand, while it collected its senses
Much the same feeling
Nicely written

[Cherrie Palmer]

Billy Collins said in a lecture once , "who but a poet gets paid to watch the flowers grow.
He just failed to say what poets get paid with. :)

[Lorry]

I picture a magical notepad, where doodles of flowers, the sun and rainbows come to life and dance along the pages, when you aren't looking. A poetic version of toy story 😀

[Cherrie Palmer]

Oh I like that

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed that creative moment captured in a descriptive moment frozen in verse.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you John,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh yes, "imagination dances between commas" love that line...
funny how we can just look at nature and its beauty...but not really see it when our mind is flowing with inspiration...and memories need to be put into poems.
really relate to this one.
j.