I have been sifting cellar earth
for signs of you,
blunting my fingers with prizing up flatstones
for clues you never buried:
splinters of gold
from your splinter-light eyes
or the wings you plucked
from the heart of words
you could not say.
At dusk the flowers whose name
was a secret you would not unfold
turn from white
They drop dry seeds
one by one
to the pebbly ground.
G L Ford
"My soul is an empty carousel at sunset."
do you ever feel as though your writing has to be entirely perfect, like you have to rewrite and test various paper types before it seems right? it seems like you can keep a fairly regular journal, but every time I try my notebooks end up mangled or thrown out, and I end up keeping nothing.
I generally keep a pocket notebook with me at all times, but then I have a mountainous amount of larger-sized diaries that everything gets copied into and that I journal in at regular intervals.
The smaller notebooks I tend to experiment with—such as size, paper thickness, lines or no lines, etc. But, the larger diaries are all the same or nearly so and I have those dated from first entry to last entry.
your blog is le trésor x
Could you please tell me some tumblr blogs which you like, I would like to follow some new people. You have exquisite taste.
Of course + thank you:
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