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#16 red spotted frog breathes deep puffs out cheeks croaks: hear me A Collom lune , 3-5-3 words.

#15 Time is slippery runs between the pages of books into the headset of a group chat down the wires of the DVD player. Time is slippery, and I have ...

#14 Today was a total Monday of a Tuesday but at least I had an Easter egg I want to get at least one more "proper" poem in by the ...

#13 A lark in a flock of owls misses out or passes out from exhaustion. EDIT: I kept thinking about this version, so: #13, revised A lark in a flock ...

#12 Some days the barrow squeaks the trowel breaks you stub your toe on the paving and lose three seedlings to slugs. Some days you down tools and retreat boil ...

#11 Me, not-quite cross-legged (hips too tight, knees too stiff) arse going numb on the dark planks of the balcony. Me, draped in evening sunlight (cooler than the fire of ...

#10b The park gates hadn't been locked for the night so I went through saw that familiar place rendered unheimlich by the dark the path stretching into unknowable shadow I ...

#10 I am the bumblebee on wing from blooming flower to hive (and back) collecting the nectar of life (moving my body stretching my wings reaching out to red clover ...

#9 I did say, in January, that I'd like to watch more films this year but I did think, this might be silly, I'd get to watch them in the ...

Thank you, @alliyah! Yes, the Inspiration Activity Hunt is a fun way to get some diverse prompts! #8 temper short day long work frustrating patience gone

#7 My dad and I built a shelf. He brought the wood, the tools, and his grandfather's know-how; I brought the design I couldn't find in IKEA; and we made ...

#6 Walking loops in squares of green, tiny scenes of branch and leaf, dripping rain and blackbird's song; though not long, a small relief It's an awdl gywydd ! It's ...

#5 I love you whatever your water content be your thirst quenched, and your flesh water-fat, floating in a paradise of fountains and pools, sailing on an ocean of joy; ...

#4 curled in a sunbeam cushioned and cosy golden-bathed turning pages escaping

#3 Beneath my leaves in dappled dark come see, my friend, these rusted spars of steel encased in swaddling bark, two girders welded to my heart; and if you'll bend ...