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I have a small 5×7 spiral notebook I always keep by the computer for scribbling important things I need to check on later, blog ideas, definitions, you name it, it’s probably in there. When I finish one up, I check it to see if there’s anything I need to keep, transfer it to a new one, and recycle the old one (after making sure there’s nothing incriminating in it!) I also scribble poetry in it. Well, haiku and tanka.

So I switched to a new one today and in looking through it found a few poems I hadn’t done anything with. After all this time I don’t remember what was going through my head when I wrote them. But this was one of them…



i’m not what you see;
my hues change day to day, but
my heart never does


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