Sunday, 24 June 2012

Poetry Is A Two Way Process: Here's Your Chance To Do Your Bit

High winds carrying pollen all day. Pollen, borne on the winds to make my nose run,
as we say, like a tap. It makes concentrating challenging. It makes the keys gloopy.

Pass me a hanky, would you?


6 comments:

  1. Jonathan, I'm the same way. Doesn't even require pollen. Just the wind and cold. (And a broken tear duct, stroke aftermath.)

    (Not a big thing, but in the third sentence here, ought "In" be taken to read "It", by any chance?)

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    1. Yes, of course 'it'. Thanks Tom, it must be all the sneezing.

      Bless you...

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  2. Two Piriton and a nose blown till it hurts

    Team catch-up; so much word swill in a scooped out head

    Word of the week: emptiness

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    1. Yes, scooped out is about right. Thanks for reading...

      Apologies for not replying sooner but the spam filter got your comment instead of me.

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  3. here you go, Jonathan! hope you feel better soon.

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