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Water

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Water was everywhere. Running from over flowing gutters, streaming slick-like down brick walls and fences. The drains had given up long since, throwing back the water in fountains of protest. It pooled into puddles on saturated lawns. A gust of air sent a drum roll of droplets across the polytunnel. Be careful what you wish for, Granny used to say, you might just get it. Who had wished for rain for the garden, she wondered?


Submitted PP July ’17

Unrequited

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“I think I am keener than you.”
She laughed but didn’t contradict.
Better he should think that
Than know the truth.
She couldn’t afford to offer a sliver of hope.
Much better for everyone
If he never found out
How keen she really was.

Napowrimo

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Too much 

procrastination, 

too little motivation. 

Things really can’t  

get worse.

I have not writ 

one single word 

much less a line or verse.
Day 4 Poem? 1

Twice tasted

This month is Post-it Note Poetry Month, a very informal challenge designed to be a fun way to get people writing. There is no pressure, just an invite to write something small enough to fit on a post-it, everyday for the month. 

I have joined in for the past 2 years but this year has proved difficult and I don’t quite know why. There is a lot going on at the moment and my writing has suffered. Not that I am a serious writer, in that I don’t make a living at it, it’s my hobby. I do it for pleasure and the pleasure hasn’t been there lately. 

So I have not managed even a bad post-it poem everyday. However, I did manage this one inspired by a rosehip I spotted still clinging on against the odds in February.

It seemed a good fit for the Daily Post Photo Challenge.

Post-It Note Poetry 2017

Weekly Photo Challenge

Talking…

Conversation. This is how it goes; I say something, then you say something. Ideally the thing you say would be related to the thing I said, but it’s possible that you’d respond with something random. The key then would be for me to absorb it and bounce it back to you, building a rally of somethings between us. Otherwise it’s just me batting words against a wall and that’s not a conversation, that’s a monologue. 

It’s a while since I had something on Paragraph Planet though to be fair it’s a while since I submitted too. This was dashed off in frustration at various people who either never respond or just never really listen… It was featured on the website on Sat 7th Jan 2017.

Ambush

Basking in the warmth
of a hug, I was brought down
with a jolt, by the rug
pulled from under my feet.

Unsettled

She watched as the jets leapt skyward. They didn’t reach the sky. They stopped far short and spattered back to the ground.  She wondered if the water felt anything. Did it hope to touch the clouds? Was it disappointed not to? Did it wish that it could stop this perpetual stretching for the impossible? Did it ever just want to settle in a pool and rest, allowing its glassy surface to reflect the sky instead. That was as good as touching the clouds, wasn’t it? A reflected sky was beautiful and anyone could see and enjoy it. 

The jets flew upwards again.  She felt their determination mocking her. 

Weekly Photo Challenge

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