Unremarkable
devoid of any talent;
I’ll write about it.
by Scooj
Unremarkable
devoid of any talent;
I’ll write about it.
by Scooj
Eighteen crows skulking
laboured hops on misty ground;
they’re up to no good.
by Scooj
One last shopping trip
to find that something special
for my special one.
by Scooj
Bathing in dull grey
high moods struggle to muster
the week drags slowly.
by Scooj
Early morning start
escape the grips of weekend
decorating chores.
by Scooj
Sacred ten minutes
a cup of tea and biscuits
…on to the next job.
by Scooj
Needed not wanted
rain falls continuously
from Atlantic fronts.
by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
.
Emaciated
attic refugees, unseen
but never unloved.
.
by Scooj
.
And in time your heart
will heal, life will carry on;
oh…and what great times.
.
by Scooj