Diary

Words sculpt ideas in a fond gist, Thought flow reveals day's poignant feel; Movement made clear in some odd list, Work and play thrill a spur of will. Moments move brisk with swift surprise, Action primes moods in splurge of fest; Purpose greets risk to seize the prize, Passion feels good in profound zest. Each day I pause to write fine fit, Allow my mind to collect thoughts; Diary stains course of precious bits, Memory finds how word scripts plot. Pieces and bits of that and this, Observe odd spills of happenings; Jot cheer's fond wit in wordy bliss, Time does reveal thoughts and feelings. Days and weeks pass and months roll by, Each day a link in time's passage; A fragile glass of timely sighs, Thoughts in plain ink for my message. Highlights and trace of moments here, Jolt of bold stance of inner poise; Life that I face ample and clear, Cheer knows the dance of charming voice. Now when I flip pages to check, Browse on old tact or mundane acts; I come to grip with random deck, Pace through past fact in previous pacts. Words I now cite as events wrought, Self-talk can tell me where and when; Notice how writes spell what I bought, Review propels the way back then. Leon Enriquez 13 April 2016 Singapore