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Taste

Disappointment rises, 

burning like bile 

in her throat,

curdling hope.

She chokes it down 

and turns 

and smiles.
#microprompt #taste

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Fire and Water

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Wailing, roaring, burning and hissing, leaping shadows, reckless in his rage, he hurtled down.

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

Missing you

Checking the chat app

Everyday, wond’ring

Do you do that too?

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

‚ÄčWeekly Photo Challenge

Science Explained by a Scientist to a Poet.

What’s so good about science? I asked.

Atomic lego, you said. You said it sheepishly not quite meeting my eye.
It’s like building the universe with bricks, you said.

And you talked, of benzine rings and elements,
Carbons and hydrocarbons, oxygens and nitrogens.

And the words tumbled out from your mouth
Your hands scooping them up to mould them into
Something a poet might grasp.

And then,
Have you paper? Yes?
It’s like this…

And out they came. Diagrams spreading across the page like spider webs.
Organic.

And you talked of ratios and rules. Of complex formulae.
Your eyes, bright, held mine.
It’s just like Lego, you said. Only the right pieces fit together.

A bit like you and I. You said.

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