In the night
they came with their swords
and stole dreams
in the night
buccaneers of my tired mind
left me with nothing.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Beautiful Demoiselle
Rising from the stream
graceful fluterer settles;
an angel in blue.
by Scooj
Blur
A miracle of
convergent evolution;
hummingbird hawk moth.
by Scooj
It’s coming home
Inconceivable
isn’t it that England might,
just might, bring it home?
by Scooj
Enemy time
Full of ideas
and great enthusiasm
all I need is time.
by Scooj
Hot tea
Is it only me
or does a nice cup of tea
in 30 degrees
bring on a perspiration
and instant restoration?
by Scooj
Strike one off the bucket list
With spraycan in hand
two hours of heavenly joy;
ah! the smell of paint.
by Scooj
- At last I got my hands dirty today, or at least I didn’t because I had to wear horrible rubber gloves. Ths is my very first time holding a spraycn after being given some basic instruction by the lovely Loch Ness. It did not turn out quite how I wanted, but it has left me with an unquenchable thirst for more. Finding the time, the wall and affording the paint are going to be my next challanges. I have lots of ideas in my head, and everyone says it is all about practice. A red letter day.
Back door
I can’t remember
a summer as good as this,
back door left open.
by Scooj
White good interruption
Washing maching beeps
persistently insistent;
blooming annoying.
by Scooj
The squeeze
.
High-maintenance kids
and elderly frail parents;
squeezed generation.
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 