#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