it’s not mathematics I’m just offering dry instant noodle crumbs to the sun and laughing at how the stainless steel slippery slide blinds the photographer just before her shot The roos know that summer is twitchier than fly wings and that light so whistle spit clean heats the neck quick as ember juice At my feet the ant dust is crawling or perhaps my toes are sweating it tickles like Sudoku
Written for Go Dog Go Cafe
I like this a lot! 👌
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Thanks, Ingrid!
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There are some great lines in this. I especially love the alliteration of the slide!
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Ta. 🙂
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Like how you open and close with numbers and the ‘schools out for summer’ as the main. Excellent!
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Thanks, Ulle!
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Completely loved this.
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Many thanks, Misky!
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Awesome!
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Many thanks, Bob!
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The roos are not the only ones that are twitchy.
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OMG what a brilliant last line !!!!! I’m stunned; the rest of the poem is pretty good too; I love how the ‘roos know 🙂
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lol. glad you like the last line. the strain of living up to it though!!
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there is always a strain, Worms: the secret is, you go along for the wild ride that creativity is and when it slows down, you slow down and get off; if there’s one thing we know, the ride will start again and we’ll be on it and get down like a reporter the exhilaration of what it was like; do not worry about what went before or after ;;; oh dear, I know I shouldn’t have had that third glass of red 🙂
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