Category: 1. Haiku

London Underground 

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Pasty faces and

an absence of eye contact;

packed in like sardines. 

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by Scooj

Autumn

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Her calling card dropped

without any compassion

for lingering hope. 

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by Scooj

First netball tournament

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Full of excitement 

nervous anticipation

my goal attack girl. 

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by Scooj

Killing time

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Four minutes only

seventeen syllables to

contrive; here we go. 

.

by Scooj

Last stand

 

This stubborn Summer

reluctant to relinquish

its tenuous grip.

 

by Scooj

Pub crawl

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Leaving dos galore

farewells to long-time colleagues

drowning my sorrows. 

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by Scooj 

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* written whilst walking between pubs. 

Ellie

 

Fiery furnace

compassionate to the core

a golden heart forged.

 

by Scooj

 

For my manager who leaves this week. She’s simply the best.

Unto thine own self be true

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A life compromised

by moral obligations

the right choices made. 

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by Scooj

Waiting

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Steely blue cold seat

at the station; leg relief

but rather cold bum. 

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by Scooj