In the shaft of light
dust particles dance gently;
warm winter sun ray.
by Scooj
In the shaft of light
dust particles dance gently;
warm winter sun ray.
by Scooj
.
New Year’s Eve shopping
car park utterly gridlocked
might be home for twelve.
.
by Scooj
Let’s hear the death knell
for a turbulent year and
look forward with hope.
by Scooj
It has come of age,
celebrity, and now we
mourn collectively.
by Scooj
Farewell Fisher queen,
boyhood would have been poorer
without you Leia.
by Scooj
That Friday feeling
but now it’s time to cheer up
Christmas Eve beckons.
by Scooj
Think I’ll sleep on it
and consider my view that
nothing else mattress.
by Scooj
.
Italy’s finest
kind, witty and most charming;
farewell my fine friend.
.
by Scooj
On the departure of a colleague to pastures new.
My memories fade
and nothing lasts forever;
I can’t revive you.
by Scooj
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Thick fog wrapped around
insipid, ghostly buildings
which emerge and fade.
.
by Scooj