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Standing room only
the swollen carriage hurtles
Bristol in its sights
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by Scooj
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Standing room only
the swollen carriage hurtles
Bristol in its sights
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by Scooj
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Nine hours travelling
departure and arrival
cloaked in inky black
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by Scooj
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Regional accent
exemplified and typecast
Borough of Dudley.
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by Scooj
On this hottest day
a drive to Telford and back
‘dad cab’ in action
by Scooj
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Three teen girls hold a
digital conversation
on a long journey.
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by Scooj
The engine drags us through
a rich and verdant land
lush from unusually heavy summer rains
The rhythm is punctuated by small stations
boasting tidy flowerbeds and once busy buildings
that slumber now as polluting cars
offer a more convenient means of travel
I am afforded the luxury of time to think
and to stare out of the window
where I see my life dashing by
each blade of grass a memory lost
Closer now to my destination than to my home
the journey has passed all too quickly
I should have liked a little more time, just a little,
to have lingered a while at each of the stops along the way.
by Scooj
* something of a rarity from me. Always a little nervous of sharing poems other than haikus or tankas.
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What kind of crazy?
The early train for London
a work-day birthday.
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by Scooj
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Skeletal trees line
the trackside and dark low cloud
turns all things to bronze.
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by Scooj
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A man eating grapes
barely pausing for breath
finishes the lot.
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by Scooj
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From an early start
and weary miles; cicadas
sing us a welcome.
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by Scooj