5,7,5 – 365 28th April 2016
A haiku and a diary entry, everyday, for a year (This is clearly not the case but I’ve had distractions)
A song and a dream has me remembering faces from the past, old enmities, people I’ve not seen for decades. I thought them forgotten but memory has them frozen and locked in place and time, where I now realise they have coloured my judgement and been haunting me all these years.
Ghosts thought forgotten
They whisper into my ear
I’ll listen no more