Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #51 classical way of writing haiku
Moving makes for hard choices. What to keep, what to give to someone, what to donate and what to throw away... Books donated, magazines in recycling. Even a few books that no one wanted to recycling. That was tough. At least not thrown away. The kept books were special books. Books studied by grandfathers and fathers. Some studied by husband and son. One that had an article published written by one's self. Just an instructional article, nothing poetic, but published.
crumbling covers feel
shelves filled with prose and knowledge
smells from past lives .
© Janice 'petra domina' Adcock
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