Scribblory

Let me capture moments that vanish quickly, too fast for our memory to catch.

You see, you got to grab hold of them in their presence, for catching them by tail leaves you solely of their crumbs - their precious, tiny, tiny bits.

I point you to my website - Scribblory - Scribbling from Memory. If the word isn't familiar to you, it's because I invented it.

Scribblory.

I write to remember.

The Swan

You are the swan that dances on my surface.

You make ripples on me with your feet, flapping gracefully.

You glide, you dive, and you swim.

You rest on me comfortably.

You move me, and I let you sway.

Oh I let you sway, sway, sway.

And I have no more stillness.

I Missed You

I removed my shoes, placed them on the rack.

I stirred the curtain and stepped in.

I felt it, Your majesty filled the place.

And it all seemed familiar.

I moved towards the center, and knelt with both knees like I used to.

I sat upon my legs, then bent low enough to kiss the green carpet.

I am here, Lord.

When I lifted my head and looked at You, my heart almost burst.

You and me.

Me and You.

Somehow, I just knew.

You brought me here.

You have longed to spend time with me.

Alone with me.

You missed me.

How to Own a Space

I was given a room, an old one.

It was pretty furnished - a bed, a fan, a small closet,

Oh! And a nicely-varnished bookshelf.

Then there were...

few little things the former dwellers used.

I looked around and saw the walls peeling, 

discolored from past rains coming in. 

A cracked glass window let in dusty air.

Corners were covered with nets to keep off insects.

It was now my room, such an old one.

So I grabbed a broom, a mop, a trash bag,

then prepared a rag and a basin of water.

I scrubbed the floor, surfaces, edges,

and wiped things off to my satisfaction.

I pulled in my piano and set a chair,

and pushed in my study desk.

Then I hanged my clothes in the closet,

and placed my shoes and boots on the rack.

I then brought out bottles of paint and brushes,

and dabbed colors on walls and windows.

I formed lines, vines, and roses

then plastered sheets of paintings and sketched faces.

I turned around, looking at all that I made.

I adored the change, oh I loved the remake!

The room, sure was an old one,

But it was now a different space.

This room is now my place.