Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #86 - "Mining The Journals"
(posted by Rosemary)
"It’s good to use really old journals if you have them, so you don’t remember what you wrote (though you may well remember the events you wrote about) and see the words afresh. However, even recent entries can surprise you, because they weren’t written with the intention of becoming poems or stories. When you’re looking for poetic or narrative possibilities, you re-read them in a different way.
Old or new, it’s rare (I think) that an entry can be reproduced verbatim. That’s OK. It’s a source of inspiration. Where you then take the inspiration is up to you.
So – today I invite you to mine a journal entry (or several) for material and give us a poem or a story drawn from that source."
A no-frills, last minute
vacancy in this hotel meant
DAMP! You bring in dry
clothes, and as if my magic,
the room makes them wet.
A perusal of night table
and desk drawers, proved
their lack of any amenities.
No Bible, no Rule List–not even
a brochure with suggestions
of Things To Do. For two
days, we managed. What
puzzled us was the couple
next door. They sat outside
their room on beach chairs
all day long drinking
beer after beer. We never
saw them move. Why choose
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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That’s a fascinating little snippet! A memorable experience in all the wrong ways. But you make the telling entertaining.
Thanks, Rosemary. I keeps getting funnier as we relive it.
“all day long drinking beer after beer. We never saw them move. Why choose a hotel?”
Read between the lines I am betting that they stayed up half the night and went in to bed when the writer was sleeping, not watching them.
The journal was a fun read for you and a fun read spell for us reading your interpretation.
Thanks so much, Jim!
What an entry! Brought to life in vivid colors.
The image of that couple (and your description of the place) should be made into a story. I hope you write it. If you do, I’ll read it.
Thanks so much, Magaly. I just may do that.
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