Drifting in the vast
blue ocean deep, where there is
neither up nor down.
by Scooj
Drifting in the vast
blue ocean deep, where there is
neither up nor down.
by Scooj
The calm sea glistens
tranquility recovered
treasure the moment.
by Scooj
Dancers disguised, spring
into action and dazzle
bemused spectators.
by Scooj
Harbour festival
threatened by leaden skies
a Summer dulled.
by Scooj
Humiliation
complete now Boris is the
Foreign Office clown
by Scooj
* I really hope this is the last ‘political’ haiku for a while. It has been a mad 3 weeks.
Empty expressions
sad pale figures lined up like
lambs to the slaughter.
by Scooj
Interdependent
we and the pollinators
let’s look after them.
by Scooj
#beesneeds
Neither warm nor cold
this Summer breeze shakes green leaves;
sounds of ocean waves.
by Scooj
The elves are leaving
Middle Earth never to come
back; my sad heart weeps.
by Scooj
Pinnacle of the
food web, master of the sky
eagle deity.
by Scooj