In the shadow of
the leaning tower, homeless
people sleep in tents.
by Scooj
In the shadow of
the leaning tower, homeless
people sleep in tents.
by Scooj
In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj
With my eyes closed I
can hear the shrill cries of swifts
signalling Summer.
by Scooj
Other poetry
scares the living daylights out
of me; not ready.
by Scooj
Sitting bolt upright
in bed, too frightened to sleep;
shadows leave the room.
by Scooj
The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
Resting in Spring sun
natural soft down pillow;
no synthetics here.
by Scooj
Hostile alien
ornamental, unwelcome
in the native lands.
by Scooj
It’s hard not to beat
yourself up after getting
mad with your children.
by Scooj
A wedding present
bathed in glorious sunshine
I sit with eyes closed.
by Scooj