I somehow lost my journal
between now and yesterday.
I found somebody's journal
while on the train today.
Someone may have read it,
much to my dismay.
I didn't mean to read it,
just send it on its way.
My journal is my life
in paper and in pen.
But whoever it belongs to
treats her journal like a friend.
It's full of all my wand'rings,
and that which might have been.
Poetry and sunshine:
I found both these within.
My deepest thoughts and brightest joys,
regrets and bitter tears.
I saw the stars that light her sky
and felt her midnight fears.
All the times I've lost my way
and words that no one hears.
I've never seen a constellation
Spilled out quite so clear.
I somehow lost my journal,
it's something I regret.
I'd like to meet the face
behind the soul that I just met.
Something good may come of it,
though I can't see it yet.
Unlike her poor lost journal,
she's not something I'll forget.
Just because I wrote a poem in which someone’s journal is read without their express permission, by no means is my journal open for exploration. I just want to make that abundantly clear.
I’m not entirely happy with the ending, but that’s as good as it’s going to get for now. I kind of wanted to end it without the last set of rhymes, but it didn’t tie off her side of the story. It would have worked for his, but argh hers wasn’t. And I didn’t know how to change it. So you get two more rhyme sets of words to try and finish it off. You’re welcome.
(also I expected that train to be more important to the storyline)
Anyone have suggestions for improvement?? Can you revamp my mediocre ending?? I’m all ears…
Always,
Ava ✒️
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14 Responses
i enjoyed the poem. Having my journal read before, i felt it perfectly. when I found out i felt extremely uncomfortable. we all should understand the need to respect others’ privacy!
Glad you enjoyed it!! No one has ever read my journal without my permission on certain pages (that I know of at least), but I’ve had bad dreams about it from time to time 😬 The situation in the poem is definitely the optimal situation, more happily-ever-after than a true depiction of happenings. In fact, if he ever wants to be greeted favorably by the owner of the journal, he has a lot of explaining and apologizing to do!!
I LOVE this Ava!!!! My journal is dearly precious to me and I probably wouldn’t like anyone reading it, but I love the idea!!! My only note would be that maybe the guy and girl meet at the end of the poem?
I feel the same way!! Honestly, whoever snooped in my journal would likely find it rather boring. But still!! It’s mine!! So the poem is definitely a supposal, not an accurate reflection of what would actually happen.
I thought of that, but couldn’t figure out how to span time…since it’s kind of a monologue, I wasn’t sure how to make the two encounter each other. It was difficult enough to hint that the monologuers were a guy and a girl!! I figured you all were clever enough to figure out the ending I hinted at. *shrugs* Maybe I’ll write a sequel??
Oooh a sequel would be EPIC! Indeed, aside from Limericks, poetry is not my strong suit so you have my wholehearted admiration!
Ooh, there’s something about the line “the face behind the soul that I just met” – if only we could all meet each other that way, soul first without surface judgments. The rhyme scheme was very satisfying to me, and it got me thinking!
Yes!! I love the idea of encountering someone’s soul, personality and feelings and such, before actually meeting them and making judgments based on appearance. Maybe that’s why I love the concept of letter-writing in novels 😊 The rhyme scheme was trickier than my usual poems, since I needed not only two rhyming words, but four, one for each side of the poem 😬 Glad to have made you think!!
This is so beautiful! The idea of falling in love with someone’s soul, instead of judging them on outward things in so powerful. 💖
Thanks so much!! I really do love the idea 🥰 It sounds nearly impossible (especially in this world, where we judge so much by appearances), but I rather hope it doesn’t happen to me because someone reads my journal *stern look* Hear that, boys?? DON’T SNOOP IN MY JOURNAL.
Definitely! Yes same I would die! 🤪
I have this weird and unjustified fear that someday I will lose my journal, despite the fact that I hardly ever take it out of my room, let alone the house. Which is why I always write my contact information in the front, just in case. . .
But hopefully someone thoughtful as in your poem would find it! I love the idea of a lost journal creating connection!
It’s a valid fear. I’ve had a few dreams wherein my little brother decided to read my journal. Needless to say, I was livid. There’s a lot of boring information in there, but there’s a good amount of stuff that is for my eyes only. I’ve actually never written my contact info in the front of my journals…I should probably do that 😬
I love the idea of such an encounter, but I would hate for someone to see all my scandalous entries. They’d probably laugh 🤦♀️😔
I know I’m late, but I just wanted to say your poem is so beautiful and creative and…❤️
The way it tells this story is so heartfelt, and I just think it’s so amazing!
Have a wonderful day!
~Lola
Thank you!! I appreciate the thought 😊 It’s not perfect (the rhyme scheme was particularly tricky; several alternate verses were rejected for lack of sufficient rhymes), but I do like how it turned out.