All was calm and still
when thunderbolts came crashing
to disrupt our life.
by Scooj
All was calm and still
when thunderbolts came crashing
to disrupt our life.
by Scooj
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Hold the press! Headline:
Boy, fourteen, hoovers the house
and does the ironing.
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by Scooj
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Snoozing to the buzz
of insects and roar of waves
I, here in the dunes.
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by Scooj
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Losing you is hard
the boy has become a man
go now and flourish.
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by Scooj
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From the train window
yellow-grey skies hint at the
darkening Autumn.
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by Scooj
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I always wanted
him to be taller than me
now I’m not so sure.
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by Scooj
Sound of a two-stroke
drifts down from the allotments;
reminds me of Spring.
by Scooj
Capacity to
deceive, only to survive;
to see, not be seen.
by Scooj
Is it possible
that I can get things so wrong?
I’m in the dog house.
by Scooj
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Dappled sunlight gives
Little warmth and trees little
Shelter from cold winds.
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by Scooj