Back in the day stares into space
Many a moon
Never is a one-track mind
Forever one moment at a time
While it seems like a decade ago
Sometimes clocked out yesterday
Hours are away operating
Infinity is perhaps everlasting
Days on end makes a statement
Chronology hides the logbooks
Present being invariably in season
Later is a future occasion
Tomorrow right to the left
In a second too far
Indefinatly is instrumental convergence
End is fueled by absence
Possibly without a cause
Today is a good day
Categories:
logbooks, 12th grade, appreciation, day,
Form: Free verse
JOTTINGS
Folded paper and scribbled notes
Mutterings of my cluttered mind
Things to do I hope to remember
The memory club, I’m a member
If not, then that’s why I will find
Ideas are sheep, words are goats
Jottings serve as an aide-memoire
Notes to self, so that I won’t forget
Phone numbers or reference codes
My brain cannot handle such loads
I haven’t sorted through them yet
Mental logbooks can only go so far
A thought is ethereal, like vapour
If written, it serves as an anchor
Words can be both meat and rind
Helpful, especially if underlined
Minds turn slow, like an oil tanker
That’s why I get it down on paper
Categories:
logbooks, writing,
Form: Rhyme
We have left the bubble of caution,
survived ourselves,
diaries are stored now like logbooks
kept only for the recording
of dates, and not those unspoken fears
that drove us to journal the days.
Summer comes pouring in,
forgotten doors are opened
in secret gardens, vineyards
of hope refresh and provide.
Looking backwards
we see cobwebs dissolving,
yet we no longer linger
in what now seems a yester-age,
but look forward and stride
with a steadier step,
seeking out human contact
as it were the very wine of life.
Categories:
logbooks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens.
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she met and married Toussaint Charbonneau.
A French Canadian trapper and a trail guide
Charbonneau was familiar with the region.
Meriwether Lewis and William Clark spent a
winter with the Mandan waiting for the spring thaw.
Toussaint and Sacagawea were hired as their guides
and in 1805 they set out to explore the wilderness.
While on the trail she gave birth to her son Pompey
and strapping him to a cradle-board they trudged on.
A strong woman and a gifted interpreter
known for her perseverance and resourcefulness.
Bird Woman helped to persuade many native tribes
of the peaceful intent of the expedition.
Once a canoe capsized jeopardizing all of
their valuable possessions and journal entries.
Yet she saved the logbooks of this epic journey
including the navigational charts and maps.
A legendary figure in history she
was indispensable to Lewis and Clark’s trek.
And today She’s honored on a golden dollar
a rare coin issued by the United States Mint.
Categories:
logbooks, adventure, celebrity, history, imagery,
Form: Blank verse