In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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3 remarks:
and the way we treat our planet there's something to mourn...
I feel the same - it's hard for me to let go of the past. (hence the title of my blog. :) )
You are a good haiku writer.
I encourage you to visit my site.
http://lyricalpassionpoetry.page.tl
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