Dear Diary; Dear Journal by Deborah A. Bowman

“Where You Write” is just as important as what you write and to whom, but must we always share?

Perhaps, perhaps; yet there are some words only meant for the crisp, clean page that holds the coveted position in a comfortable room, only for you–Dear Diary; Dear Journal, “Hi, there!”

My eyes drift shut for just a moment; dawn has not yet arrived…

I inhale all my other senses in a deep breath–a taste of energy in total silence, a hint of chill, the heady smell of fresh shellac, easily survived…

The scent of raw, lightly treated wood beams, an arched ceiling, floors with a dab of  shiny gloss, immaculate…

It calms my mind and thrills my spirit because I know I can write anything here or even write nothing at all, but the dilemma … to share or retract?

Is everything set up in order on the familiar desk? Yes…

Do I lift the proverbial quill or pen, tap softly on muted keys or simply rest?

But where will the story go if I don’t rush, rush, rush to complete the piece?

Will another writer jot down these stories and give it release?

To spread the full wings of creativity

Where stories are possible; the paranormal in true believability…

To dwell for a brief moment in a time continuum…

Deep poignant thoughts are challenged or read in awe or disgust, hardly humdrum…

If I can see, feel, visualize, live so very much in my own mind

Is it my duty to share my words with all humankind?

A conundrum, ta’ be sure, giving and receiving inspiration

Through rigorous thought, tears, laughter, perspiration…

But do I dare? My Journal, a constant companion; My Diary, dear old friend…

Will people understand my thoughts and or even care in the end?

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A Little Nook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!

The Simplicity of Writing Takes You Wherever You Wish

A Little Knook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!
A Little Knook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!

I write when I’m happy.

I write when I’m sad.

I write songs just for me

Or to share all I’ve had.

I write what I see.

And words to inspire.

I create a fantasy

In my mind to desire.

I don’t have to take my car

Or a train or a plane.

Just let things be as they are.

My thoughts are the refrain

And my dreams write the verse.

I never have to rehearse.

I can see or be anything I choose.

I can always win, never lose.

I can be young or old.

Create stories never before told

And travel to other times.

All mimicked in rhyme.

Such is the view

From without and within

I’ll write them to you

To show you where I’ve been.

–Deborah A. Bowman

Activities for the Cold Winter months…give free rein to your creativity

With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story
With quill and ink, paint and brush, create your own story

The cold of Winter has turned my thoughts inward…

Reflecting on things that were;

Visualizing what’s to be.

Will I make the same mistakes and rise like the sea

In turmoil, solitude lost in my words?

The voices within just want to be heard,

Crying out to be released.

The long nights of Winter can increase

 Your inspiration, as you withdraw to rest.

You’re free to search your soul and confess

Your innermost desires and secrets in verse,

Drawings, paintings, prose, or simply rehearse

Dialogue from imagined friends out loud.

Because only you can restrict or allow

The words, the images, the scenes that unfold

Into stories that must be told.

–Deborah A. Bowman