Category: 1. Haiku

Pen power

 

Blue, red, green or black,

flipchart pens lend power to

facilitators.

 

by Scooj

Getting older

 

Those I thought were young

are no longer so; in turn

they see an old man.

 

by Scooj

Off sick

 

Unwell and in bed

and hanging in my darkened

room, that unwell smell.

 

by Scooj

Then and now

 

In far away fields

I left the boy behind but

now I want him back.

 

by Scooj

Dull day

 

Only the crying

gulls break the monotony

of overcast skies.

 

by Scooj

 

 

To Dom

 

Tears of a grieving

mother, stained in red tribute

where he used to skate.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I was deeply moved today when I met a lady roughly my age spraying a cardboard stencil tribute to Dom. I stopped to ask her who Dom was. She told me through her tears that he was her son, aged 21, who died two days ago on a basketball court. Too tragic for words. Sometimes life is just so very tough. Such sadness. As a boy Dom used to skate here at Dean Lane skate park.

http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/university-basketball-captain-died-after-11976867

 

 

London Underground 

.

Pasty faces and

an absence of eye contact;

packed in like sardines. 

.

by Scooj

Autumn

.

Her calling card dropped

without any compassion

for lingering hope. 

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by Scooj