It’s almost as if
there wasn’t a Christmas break
nose to the grindstone.
by Scooj
It’s almost as if
there wasn’t a Christmas break
nose to the grindstone.
by Scooj
A kind of torture
first day back at the office
just bumping along
by Scooj
Computer turned off
automatic reply on
me-time for a week.
by Scooj
Thirteen years ago
those halcyon days we had
calm before the storm.
by Scooj
From Latin Alcyone, daughter of Aeolus and wife of Ceyx. When her husband died in a shipwreck, Alcyone threw herself into the sea whereupon the gods transformed them both into halcyon birds (kingfishers). When Alcyone made her nest on the beach, waves threatened to destroy it. Aeolus restrained his winds and kept them calm during seven days in each year, so she could lay her eggs. These became known as the “halcyon days,” when storms do not occur. Today, the term is used to denote a past period that is being remembered for being happy and/or successful.
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Walking on eggshells
long weekend slipping away
no one overjoyed.
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by Scooj
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A gift from the Gods
accepted with gratitude,
thoroughly deserved.
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by Scooj
Before departure
whole day spent cleaning the house;
leaving them behind.
by Scooj
Tying up loose ends
just a bit demob-happy
sing so long suckers.
by Scooj
It’s the excitement
checking snow reports daily
skiing on my mind.
by Scooj
Gentle emergence
from the mists of Bodmin Moor
to the streets of home.
My mind fixed on the former
though my body has returned.
by Scooj