#1497 (#181)

stick-led foraging

from a tree by the big road -

for his evening tea?

#1496

fooled, fuddled, angry

turned to lies, air, fire, visions -

mirror-dots, dazzle

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From words on page 372 of The Books of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin (Gollancz, 2018, Kindle Edition) - from the novel, The Farthest Shore.

#1495 (#180)

the draught whipping round

my legs makes them seem as if

pillars on a cliff

#1494 (#179)

in the sportsdock the

speaker rushes through as we

are all heat-fading

#1493 (#178)

relaxed to a state

so near to paralysis

it is hard to move

#1492 (#177)

so painting relaxed

i stare and dissolve, almost

like meditation

#1491 (#176)

bright sunshine and wind,

two seasons at once create

minds of confusion

#1490 (#175)

ants round a cherry

the boy says it's a party

(for those attending)

*

Outside my son's school there was a crushed cherry on the pavement that was attracting mass of ants running to and from it. He said it was a party and wondered why a second crowd of ants not far away weren't going to it. He said, “It's a party, but not all the ants are going.”

#1489 (#174)

the unheard soundwaves

that fall on no ears at all

drift into ether

#1488 (#173)

dry lavender trees,

how much water do you need?

or do you seek shade?

#1487 (#172)

utility whir

so fast; if only it could 

cool this summer down

#1486 (#171)

slow moving beetle

walking right across my path

deft foot diversion

#1485 (#170)

angelic cactus

glowing ethereally

as the work day ends

#1484 (#169)

a still summer’s day

footballs wanting to be kicked

waiting out the heat

#1483 (#168)

existential woe

in the very last rolo

until it’s eaten

#1482 (#167)

merlions appear

i am in my own story

working it all out

#1481 (#166)

the well has run dry

let me go find my pickaxe

and start to dig deep

#1480

spring rain’s creation

starts the introduction of

colour to our lives

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain, but was not entered.

#1479 (#165)

magpie berry hop

jump up to eat and don’t stop

‘til all berries popped

#1478

another dry day

how can i write on spring rain

if there's none at all?

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain, but was not entered.

#1477 (#164)

manbag curating:

careful consideration 

of my manly needs

#1476

at a loss i sit

in a spring devoid of rain

not sure what to say

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain, but was not entered.

#1475 (#163)

angry octopus

watching but not taking part

seething and planning

#1474

easter holiday

sheltering from the spring rain

under leaky trees

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain, but was not entered.

#1473 (#162)

minerva looks to 

the fort thinking what to do

(but not about peace)

#1472

away from spring rain

in a store stacked high with books

knowledge waits to pour

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain.

#1471 (#161)

sky blue swirls above

calming 

relaxing

soothing

outside time and space

#1470

spring rain cleans the mud

built up since the last year’s load

i need this weekly

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 April Challenge using the Spring season word, spring rain.

#1469 (#160)

a ****s hotel

so hard to see the four stars

and not a swear word

#1468 (#159)

collecting the plates

he reminds me of young me

still something to find

#1467 (#158)

the shining white hunk

passes majestically by

this shrouded mountain

#1466 (#157)

for inspiration…

to be in nature and see

what to write about

#1465 (#156)

the sticker journey

one we all need to go on

album under arm

#1464 (#155)

to find nature in

the world that’s on my doorstep

growing through concrete

#1463 (#154)

emergency one

to meet self-imposed deadline

a frog in a pond

#1462 (#153)

a mind slipping by

in a direction too far

at odds with the wheels

#1461

all little cat's eyes

tugging her head from sinking

the lamp flickering

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From words on page 14 of X and Other Stories by Yevgeny Zamyatin (Alma Books, 2024) - from the short story, Provincial Life.

#1460 (#152)

from the concrete grew

flowers, leaves, bright green, purple

life from nature’s death