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Uncontainable
joy, meeting my boy from camp;
hope the feeling lasts.
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by Scooj
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Uncontainable
joy, meeting my boy from camp;
hope the feeling lasts.
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by Scooj
Ancient monoliths
weathered survivors of time;
the stories they tell.
by Scooj
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Not a day goes by
when I don’t think about them;
wounds forever raw.
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by Scooj
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Where nightmares come true
slowly shoppers shuffle
off to the gallows.
by Scooj
Scorched earth, parched parkland
marked with civic oases
dry weather sets in.
by Scooj
*except for this weekend when it is due to rain.
Bloody typical!
after months of dry weather
rain due for Upfest.
by Scooj grrrr.
Here sit I each day
overlooking the treetops
dreaming of freedom.
by Scooj
This Haiku started off as something rather different, but I didn’t like it – I include it below just to demonstrate the transition of what I wanted to convey, but couldn’t in the first form.
It’s a privilege
to sit at canopy height
and observe the birds.
Little shelter from
an intensifying sun;
moved heaps of crap though.
by Scooj
Scorched earth allotment
courgette plants and beans withered;
prolonged dry weather.
by Scooj
Succulent berries
nature’s generous bounty;
purple stained fingers.
by Scooj