Sunny Lalli
@slalli.bsky.social
Aspiring creative writer, careers consultant, educator, picker and pilferer of stories, INFP, hsp, ex-Toastmaster @spaspeakers. ps. my views are subjective and are my Own.
Dreams of the dancing ping of whizzing balls flurrying back and forth in giddy days of warmth. Let fall fallow rest of paddle and ball until better days.
November 9, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Dreams of the dancing ping of whizzing balls flurrying back and forth in giddy days of warmth. Let fall fallow rest of paddle and ball until better days.
“Hello”, it said… (at St Winwaloe, Gunwalloe)
November 8, 2025 at 11:44 PM
“Hello”, it said… (at St Winwaloe, Gunwalloe)
This gunnel of water punches to water’s edge where fresh meets salt.
It makes no apology for funnelling true as a trench, a determined fist punch piston to the Atlantic, cleaving a beach in two, the separation of sands; this bid to reclaim if but for fleeing fleeting pocket picked of time.
It makes no apology for funnelling true as a trench, a determined fist punch piston to the Atlantic, cleaving a beach in two, the separation of sands; this bid to reclaim if but for fleeing fleeting pocket picked of time.
November 2, 2025 at 11:55 PM
This gunnel of water punches to water’s edge where fresh meets salt.
It makes no apology for funnelling true as a trench, a determined fist punch piston to the Atlantic, cleaving a beach in two, the separation of sands; this bid to reclaim if but for fleeing fleeting pocket picked of time.
It makes no apology for funnelling true as a trench, a determined fist punch piston to the Atlantic, cleaving a beach in two, the separation of sands; this bid to reclaim if but for fleeing fleeting pocket picked of time.
In the company of the industrious.
September 28, 2025 at 11:04 PM
In the company of the industrious.
The curiosity of the shape of rocks. Out of the sea it clambers to land and becomes land itself. What do we see, Lamorna?
August 24, 2025 at 11:36 PM
The curiosity of the shape of rocks. Out of the sea it clambers to land and becomes land itself. What do we see, Lamorna?
Sniff, whispers of winter wash by.
August 21, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Sniff, whispers of winter wash by.
The kiss of titans hewn of rock and fissure
that embark from the folds of deep time, to alight at the precipice of land and water. Deep time carried in the wind and wings of eras, clad against a window of the brink that corrals all efforts of imperative impermeance.
that embark from the folds of deep time, to alight at the precipice of land and water. Deep time carried in the wind and wings of eras, clad against a window of the brink that corrals all efforts of imperative impermeance.
August 20, 2025 at 10:48 AM
The kiss of titans hewn of rock and fissure
that embark from the folds of deep time, to alight at the precipice of land and water. Deep time carried in the wind and wings of eras, clad against a window of the brink that corrals all efforts of imperative impermeance.
that embark from the folds of deep time, to alight at the precipice of land and water. Deep time carried in the wind and wings of eras, clad against a window of the brink that corrals all efforts of imperative impermeance.
To imagine, the wisted want of every creature.
July 4, 2025 at 10:58 PM
To imagine, the wisted want of every creature.
Some spectators stubbornly stay aloof serenades of shanties and spectacle. #Falmouth #seashanty
June 14, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Some spectators stubbornly stay aloof serenades of shanties and spectacle. #Falmouth #seashanty
How did this bale of yarn of flax and sprung pitch up lost on the path. I wonder did it ever find its way home, or did it stumble upon a new calling, snag and snug at its noose, collared to shepherd or haunt wayfarers?
May 28, 2025 at 8:56 PM
How did this bale of yarn of flax and sprung pitch up lost on the path. I wonder did it ever find its way home, or did it stumble upon a new calling, snag and snug at its noose, collared to shepherd or haunt wayfarers?
I have always been fascinated by benches, either memorialised or otherwise unadorned & unclaimed. Why do they hold sway in my thoughts? Is it because their empty berths speak of the gaping chasm of a life unshared, & the spectacle of a bench casts a glimpse to another life of nestling, held hands.
May 24, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I have always been fascinated by benches, either memorialised or otherwise unadorned & unclaimed. Why do they hold sway in my thoughts? Is it because their empty berths speak of the gaping chasm of a life unshared, & the spectacle of a bench casts a glimpse to another life of nestling, held hands.
Golden days at Glendurgan.
March 1, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Golden days at Glendurgan.
What is the truth of a New Year?
Is it a revolution, a revulsion or mere evolution that inherits echoes of before?
Perhaps it marks a reset, a firm end stop that presages turn to a new chapter, or merely a kink in the path which calibrated by a few degrees denotes a press of the tiller pen? #newyear
Is it a revolution, a revulsion or mere evolution that inherits echoes of before?
Perhaps it marks a reset, a firm end stop that presages turn to a new chapter, or merely a kink in the path which calibrated by a few degrees denotes a press of the tiller pen? #newyear
December 31, 2024 at 7:52 PM
What is the truth of a New Year?
Is it a revolution, a revulsion or mere evolution that inherits echoes of before?
Perhaps it marks a reset, a firm end stop that presages turn to a new chapter, or merely a kink in the path which calibrated by a few degrees denotes a press of the tiller pen? #newyear
Is it a revolution, a revulsion or mere evolution that inherits echoes of before?
Perhaps it marks a reset, a firm end stop that presages turn to a new chapter, or merely a kink in the path which calibrated by a few degrees denotes a press of the tiller pen? #newyear
Winnowing way
tumbles into satin silver
of winter’s way.
tumbles into satin silver
of winter’s way.
December 10, 2024 at 10:23 PM
Winnowing way
tumbles into satin silver
of winter’s way.
tumbles into satin silver
of winter’s way.
The gunneling of Autumn,
barrelling to Winter’s day.
barrelling to Winter’s day.
December 1, 2024 at 5:41 PM
The gunneling of Autumn,
barrelling to Winter’s day.
barrelling to Winter’s day.
