I wrote a poem at my writers group today.
Yellowing was one of the prompts.
I did not write anything on 'tasty'
The book lies on the dusty desk,pages yellowing,
yellowing through time,
time that captured the author's thoughts, once bright,
bright in the mind, inspired onto the page and now,
now held on the coarse paper , brown spidery ink
ink that held the moment, the inspiration,
inspiration on that page, can you hear the scratching
scratching of the author's pen did she know
know that the words from her heart-mind would travel
travel through time, be held in this dust.
Dust motes floated, dust motes settled
Settled as her words on this page of verse
Verse to capture , verse to encapsulate
Encapsulate emotions to tickle the nostrils to sneeze.
Sneeze echoes across time, explodes the writing awake.
Awake across garlands of minutes, days, years.
Years of pens, years of words, years of the abstract
Abstract musings in the caverns of the heart
Heart recognition across time.