December 1, 2012 by chrisbkm
Posted in Life, Poetry, Sketches | Tagged cows, december, journal, notebook, thoughts, winter, writing | 6 Comments
I scribble, some I would leave it for weeks, some I would throw them right away, but the good one often comes and goes in my mind just like the last breeze of summer, unexpected, and never come back if I don’t grab it.
and so I learn to catch a shooting star.
honoured that you stopped by my blog. I’m just recovering from cataract surgery which should give me an even sharper eye to size up your posts!
But if they’re anything like the above, then ‘vision’ will easily be seceded by pleasure!
When coming face to face with words in a journal, they jump up at me and I am always so filled with delight!
Thank Jena! For your comment and for dropping by. I’m certainly looking forward to following and reading more of your work.
PS. “kc” is a fellow writer who also commented on this post. His blog is well worth visiting: http://riveroftheheartblog.wordpress.com
You have a very nice gravatar incidentally :-)
Well thank you.
One of my favorite pictures is the inside of Frida Khalos journal..it is a piece of art in and of itself..
my journals do not look so organized :-)
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