The One

Butterflies, birds,
blanks and lined
I sought the best,
that I could find
I carried each
away with me
to peruse alone
while sipping tea
thirteen virgins
stacked high-
and I
beheld and touched
till satisfied
the one to be
receiver of 
every epiphany
confidante, companion, lover, friend
perfect match for my favorite pen
I love them all
to the very end
then I toss each aside,
I won’t pretend
thirteen narrowed 
down to 
this search for the next 
is finally done. 
Linking with dVerse
where every Tuesday,
 poets and wordsmiths of all kinds
 come together and and link minds! 

Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

14 thoughts on “The One

  1. This was cute…I'm envious of you having so many…I've kind of given up on the handwritten journals because my handwriting is getting so bad and I type so much better…but I miss the intimate writing of pen on paper. Arthritis is slowing me down. sigh. I may try again. You've inspired me anew.


  2. as I was reading this lovely poem it came to mind that the writing of a poem is like choosing a literal confidante, a best friend in which you can share all your private thoughts and truths..


  3. I couldn't help but to think of the pornography fix..and most unfortunately i suspect that eliminates the potential for many people ever to find the poetry it last much longer…and recorded for to build on for future use.


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