Just before Christmas I started receiving cards from my friends. I stared at my unopened cards and watercolours and sighed. The days passed and nothing seemed to break through my lassitude. On the 28th of December, I looked at one of the blank cards and realised it was the inspiration I had been looking for. I wrote this poem:
tabula rasa
format c:
uncompromising
resolution
not to look back
cb.
28/12/06
I copied the poem inside the blank cards and scraped up enough pennies to get them posted in time for a new year’s greeting. I wish I could have afforded to send one to each one of you.
3 comments:
Carrie
So good to find you...
Soemtimes inspiration comes when you least expect it...
But it always comes to those who listen..:>)
Jerry
Happy New Year C.
I like the poem.
I also thought about sending out cards. That was two days worth of thinking. My conclusion is that as a Theocratic Anarchist I am free to send out cards, or not send out cards, any time for any reason or no reason whatsoever.
As they say, it is the thought that counts. I think of you.
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