It’s hard not to beat
yourself up after getting
mad with your children.
by Scooj
It’s hard not to beat
yourself up after getting
mad with your children.
by Scooj
Bold proclamation
of love, though I suspect she
no longer loves you.
by Scooj
Unfurl in my arms
unravel in my embrace
safety in numbers.
by Scooj
With limited skill
I take my daughter’s tune and,
with love, embellish.
by Scooj
We three, thick as thieves
forty years ago, at last
are reconnected.
by Scooj
Exchanging glances,
glassy eyes smile in the dark;
a friendly “hello”.
by Scooj
Forever enmeshed
our lives cannot be parted;
complementary.
by Scooj
You tell me these things
as if I need reminding;
I like to love me.
by Scooj
At the world’s end we
shall meet again my dear. I
have missed you so much.
by Scooj
A recent 3Dom work in the heart of Stokes Croft that depicts a sad picture of the future, with only one leaf surviving. There is something of the ‘Lorax’ about the scene. Love is the answer.

Messages and warnings like this do not go unheeded, I mean hey, I looked at it and now I’m talking about it.
7/10