full of common cold
head shuts down
story production
Short & Sweet Sunday
far beyond
from where we’re at
the edge of reason seems
like paradise
outside my window
Blue Devon Hills
Low spring tide
Fancy a walk across to
Blue Devon hills
Screened Off
Screen-captivated,
she misses how real life
snags and unravels.
Drink (Literary Lion)
The cup sits between us, steaming
innocently, like your bog-standard brew.
Never looking up, he says, ‘Y’know wotcha gotta do.’
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Thank you, Literary Lion, for the 25-word limit and the prompt: Drink Me.
Loss Draw Loss
Cure for sports blues:
Take lazy backside to beach
And run it off.
From Beach to Slope
Sunday morning run
Sand blowing across the beach
Like alpine snow drifts
Least Favourite Month
Grey, wet, windy. Go way, January.
First Run in Yonks
New running shoes, meet old bones.
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If you’re wondering what this six-word nonsense is, you clearly missed yesterday’s One Year Anniversary post.
