reflections..

                                                                    Paralysis:


an over analysis can lead to paralysis
they say
this makes me think but then that is not required
when I think I wonder
what do I see
just reflections of me...

onwards....

Spinning:

 

Up at 0800

It is Saturday

Out for long slow run

Gentle wind blowing and long gradient

What goes up must come down

Startled dogs barking and crows cawing

Bright green top and tail

This is my health and safety

Cars come along and with a wave they pass safely

My day has started

The world keeps turning…

Not loquacious...

I know many words

I use them sparingly.

sometimes....

Words can fail me
I know they are there
My dictionary in my hand
In my phone
Do I know what I want to say......

Me

Me

I only ever write about me

I am all that I know

Yellow

Yellow:

On a Battenberg

Sun in the sky

Flowers in a field

Yellow is not a coward

Time

Time:

The hands go round and round

The date changes

The day is different

The shit is the same