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Sunday, September 11, 2011

One Single Impression: Notebook

The Notebook

Black and small, one made to fit a pocket
Always with him, his second memory
One day I peeked surreptitiously there
Into his little black precious notebook

Found there numbers friends for whom he might call
Addresses of those he some day would write
Books of love and mystery for to read
Web pages for leisure computer time

The very last page was most surprising
Were directions to his home just in case
Just in case he was lost and didn't know
Helping hands could send him on his way home

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Prompt word, Notebook, suggested by Gautami Tripathy at Rooted
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17 comments:

  1. Harshad MehtaSunday, September 11, 2011 1:13:00 AM

    Oh, it touched.

    Jim, I feel, we all need direction to return home, just in case lost and didn't know. Don't we?

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  2. Ramesh SoodSunday, September 11, 2011 1:33:00 AM

    You know Jim.. you did so welll here.. I keep a card in my pocket with address and phone numbers of family... don't know but past few years hhad been difficult so made a habit.. well said and well written..

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  3. NankaSunday, September 11, 2011 3:01:00 AM

    This is very touching and a poignant reminder of the passing of time and old age!! The last verse brought tears to my eyes as I had known two friends in the neighbourhood who were afflicted with Alzheimer's disease.
    You have an excellent notebook here!!

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  4. Ron.Sunday, September 11, 2011 10:00:00 AM

    Look in a notebook, look in a man. Solid writing here.

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  5. shailSunday, September 11, 2011 10:56:00 AM

    I know someone who has just such a book :) Nicely done.

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  6. AnonymousSunday, September 11, 2011 11:36:00 AM

    Oh my, that last was a surprise but thinking about it, a great resource. Well done Jim.

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  7. AnonymousSunday, September 11, 2011 11:57:00 AM

    Liked this one a lot and it reminds me of a laminated card my friends gave me when I was much younger... To carry in my wallet and show the cab driver if I was too drunk to remember where I lived when I left the club... *blushing* Well done!

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  8. AnonymousSunday, September 11, 2011 2:25:00 PM

    fun and clever!!

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  9. mareymercySunday, September 11, 2011 3:10:00 PM

    Lovely ending, in all senses of the word.

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  10. MaggieSunday, September 11, 2011 5:51:00 PM

    very enjoyable read. it is a good thing to have ones help when a person is able to do so...

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  11. Lisa at GreenbowMonday, September 12, 2011 5:17:00 AM

    It is sort of sad that we all will be reduced to this. Hopefully later than sooner.

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  12. The Write GirlMonday, September 12, 2011 9:39:00 PM

    I love your poem Jim...I read this piece as a notebook on life. One can fill his notebook of life with many things. I think the last line might represent the end of his journey. I just think it's very sweet!!

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  13. dakshiTuesday, September 13, 2011 7:21:00 AM

    Loved it Jim....

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  14. Cassiopeia RisesWednesday, September 14, 2011 3:03:00 PM

    My friend Jim, this brought a tear to my eye. Beautiful.


    Melanie

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  15. SandyCarlsonSaturday, September 17, 2011 8:28:00 PM

    You have me thinking of the way notebooks capture unfinished business. Amazing.

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  16. Madeleine Begun KaneSunday, September 25, 2011 10:29:00 PM

    Good poem with a heartbreaking ending.

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  17. Sonia LalFriday, December 09, 2011 7:18:00 PM

    Good poem, though kind of sad.

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