Notebook

In simple lines with format grid, Words juggle fine as thoughts now bid. Rhymes upon space where blank space room, Feelings now trace where blossoms bloom. Jazz upon thought in verse that comes, Writes in sure lot as feel moves sum. My notebook culls what ideas farm, Words never dull as thoughts now charm. Feel ushers style beyond mere wit, Cite touch worthwhile ere smiles can fit. Ink stains now jerk as meaning hurls, Words go to work to string new curls. Joy knows paints face as tears now trace, Embrace pure grace as truth wings ace. Thus do I write in word symbols, Feelings I cite spark poise ample. With pen in hand and paper deed, Words charm fine blends as thoughts now seed. Leon Enriquez 08 February 2017 Singapore