In my idle mind
I’ve already departed
and am on my way.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
High Flyer
Reaching for the stars
is as much as minions
can ever hope for.
by Scooj
Evening drift
Evening silence
interrupted only by
the roar of burners.
by Scooj
- last evening flight of the Bristol Balloon Fiesta 2017
Rot
On the forest fringe
long decayed woody debris;
foundation for life.
by Scooj
Wedding
.
No church bells ring here
joined in civil partnership
their happiest day.
.
by Scooj
Truth and reconciliation
Soon the storm will pass
and the blue skies will return
then we will have peace.
by Scooj
Money spider
.
From the corner of
my eye, I spied a spider
dangling from my hair.
.
by Scooj
