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Unnoticed Notebook

July 14, 2022

Desolate, like sacred obligations, utterly disregarded, unnoticed and conferencing dust, lies a journal. Climbing the stepladder, there treasured by the threads from a spider’s web, caressing the forgotten seal. She broke, then opened the notebook….

And began to read… “desist from giving up, until you drink from the silver cup, collect in one place, retrieve and unearth languishing memories, forgotten seashells washing up against your rocky legacy; entice them to speak, each sea star preserves a unique chronicle.”

In my trench pockets
sleep, collected
flat symmetrical stones,
not to be forgotten,

acorns..
leaves, feathers and petals
customarily placed in a book,

pictures of your face,
a leaf held

in-between the pages

of my notebook, 

I read, rarely

unsung harmony

Forgotten in an Old Notebook – Franz Wright

Outside the leaves are quiet
as their shadows. Hidden
in the leaves a bird is waiting
for it to get dark
to try its goodnight voice.
I have just looked in the mirror
and come and sat down at the table.
What happens to our faces?

Franz Wright was an American poet. He and his father James Wright are the only parent/child pair to have won the Pulitzer Prize in the same category. Wikipedia

Born: 18 March 1953, Vienna, Austria

Died: 14 May 2015, Waltham, Massachusetts, United States



And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable

Franz Wright
He died of cancer at the age of 62 years.

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