Assorted
short ones post long walk I prefer licorice twists to all sorts
Taking too
long
Making the conditions
perfect for writing –
Inspiration has
deserted me
My walking
shoes
Drying in
the sun
Of sweat
I agree with
my late greyhounds
I’m missing
them
Slurping water
is good
Post walk
rest
Summer’s day
Sweaty
t-shirt
Sweaty cap
Drying on
the line
No point
sweating up
All your
clothes
Mum’s used
to say:
“Good guests
are like fish –
They go off
after 3 days”
Wind gust
Blows pen onto
the ground
Perhaps
indeed the answer Bob?
I feel a
sense of foreboding
As a sub
teacher
I got called
“old man!”
By some
disaffected youths
Who hadn’t
had a regular teacher in over a term
& yet I
still feel like a boy
Not a man
I don’t even
know what a man is?
Old, I have
a better grasp of
So “old boy!”
Would be
more appropriate
That would
indeed be amusing
“I’m under
fire!”
Defeated by
ants & flies
(They bite
incessantly around here!)
I’ve
retreated inside
Where city
slickers belong
I’ve really
enjoyed this 2 year stay in the country
Trees &
birds everywhere
Healing
Slowed my rhythm
right down
I have some
trepidation about going back to the city
Will my
rhythm go into overdrive like so many there?
How do I
retain my poise?
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.
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