Post-it note poetry – 6 days to go

 

So it’s the down hill stretch and while I was feeling a bit stretched earlier in the month, now I feel I have attained a balance.  I think this was more to do with the heat than any achievement of zen like inner peace.  It’s currently a very nice 22 degrees.  So the poems from the last two days:

 

faded cat

on old armchair

well worn love

 

 

 

 

 

and

 

 

 

city lane

hardness beneath a

painted smile