The smell of peanuts makes me gag. I am not allergic to them. I just hate them with passion.
I hate them about the same as people who kill and torture animals.
Journey
Training, running, getting ready for a race
Learning to keep levelled, steady pace
I ran the forest path
It was made of mud
Foot flopped and I fell, ended up with filthy face
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Running inspired limerick. I indeed went for a run in the woods at the weekend but managed to keep my face mud-free. The trainers not so much.
Water
Panic! Fear. Save me!
Muscles spasming, lungs like peas.
My first winter swim.
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I have been thinking about testing and stretching my poetic muscles for a while now and as if Universe somehow new about these plans of mine, there comes Writing 201: Poetry! So for next couple of weeks or so (as I can’t promise I’ll keep the prescribed schedule), I will be posting my attempts of poems according to the given assignments.
Eva Marasca 