Where Be The Soul Of You

I ran across this while trying to clear out some of the clutter created by many years of jotting down thoughts, ideas, and memories. I find it hard. I will pull out a notebook and cannot simply throw it away. I stop to read thinking I might have a gem inside. Many times I grow so frustrated at myself for starting a project, and then letting it slide to the wayside. I want to know, what happened next? There are too many to finish.

Here is one that I did complete in a timed writing exercise. We were given the assignment of composing a poetic description that worked with one or many colors. I have tried to edit it to improve the flow and decrease redundancy.

I read it today, twelve years later, and it spoke to me. I hope it gives you something as well.