.
Uncompromising
Mother Earth is in torpor
awaiting new life.
.
by Scooj
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Uncompromising
Mother Earth is in torpor
awaiting new life.
.
by Scooj
Awful acronyms
dehumanise our language,
dehumanise us.
by Scooj
Much needed although
unwelcome interruption;
the heavens open.
by Scooj
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No satisfaction
thumbing through volumes of books
I will never read.
.
by Scooj
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I’m in the greenhouse
That’s where you’ll find me, growing
As a human bean.
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by Scooj
* With apologies.
Its relentless surge
strangling dispassionately
all it encounters
and the berries, destined to
paint my car in pigeon poop.
by Scooj
Prolonged dry weather,
as we call it in the trade,
set to hang about.
by Scooj
On the allotment
Heath Robinson contraptions
harvest rainwater.
by Scooj
Elongated sweet
smelling purple blooms cascade
from the balustrade.
by Scooj
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Civic flowerbeds
neglected; casualties
of budget cutbacks.
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by Scooj