Small yellow notepad,
the right size to slip into
a shirt pocket.
An inheritance.
Perhaps
a message?
An inheritance.
Perhaps
a message?
Most pages empty.
Neat blue printed lines
waiting unfilled.
On one page, notes:
'Memoir.
Write the truth.'
His writing,
In the blue biro
he always used.
Then a space of a few lines
before the words,
'& end'.
Linking to Flash 55 for 31 Oct '15 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
interesting attention to those notepads, wow.
ReplyDeletelovely 55.
ReplyDelete:) I bet he could have written some interesting things...
ReplyDeleteWow, a blank, or almost blank, pocket notebook tablet is a great find. Does it have Internet capability? Better watch out, the GPS tracker might find YOU !!
ReplyDeleteI once started an online-composed memoir but haven't added for a long time.
http://jimmielife1.blogspot.com
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This is how my notebooks mostly looks.. thanks for keyboards and phones my texts are still there.
ReplyDeleteAwwww. This seems like such a let-down.
ReplyDeleteI find the written words of one who is lost is something that I cherish greatly.
ReplyDeleteOh, there is so much in those blank lines...and so much in your lines too. What a poignant 55. xx
ReplyDeletecoincidence can be very interesting at times
ReplyDeleteHaloween
much love...
This really moved me. Poignant isn't a word I use much, but this is.
ReplyDeleteAgree with MZ. We so want a message left behind or some testimony of what was. Writing the truth is a good message and one you have followed here. And follow generally. Thanks. K.
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