The Art of Being Human

This being human is an open notebook
Every morning a fresh page—
Waiting to be written on.

I am the writer
but that doesn’t mean
the others can’t write.

My notebook is open—
I love to write
and to write with love.

Some drop off
their baggage of sorrows
on my notebook and I invite it,

for writing certainly clears
the minds of those who write.

I am grateful
that my notebook
with its notes written
in different inks
and handwriting
has sent joy
and welcomed whoever
comes to write.

Posted over at dverse poetics


18 thoughts on “The Art of Being Human

  1. A brilliant opening stanza and metaphor, Jay, and I love how it develops into philosophical musing on writers and writing, and the truism: ‘writing certainly clears the minds of those who write’.

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