Tag: poem

Write

 

Ink traps every thought

in a permanent record;

this is what it was.

 

by Scooj

 

  • scribbled after waking up in the middle of the night…its meaning is partly coherent, and partly a creation of a dream world.

Merci

 

Twenty two great years

a shared love of the Gunners;

go well Arsene (al).

 

by Scooj

  • on the not entirely unexpected news that Arsene Wenger will be leaving My beloved Arsenal Football Club at the end of the season. As one who remembers some dire football before he arrived, I cannot thank him enough. The pride of North London.

This morning

 

Morning mist lingers

with promise of a fine day

and birdsong enchants.

 

by Scooj

Looking

 

Young men, gaze upwards

I too turn and look with them;

a mackerel sky.

 

by Scooj

Spring arrives

.

Small cotton wool clouds

dot a vast expanse of blue;

a welcome return.

.

by Scooj

This ship

 

Navigating an

unsure course through the Doldrums

landmarks give me hope.

 

by Scooj

Sadness

 

It hangs in the air

a constant veil surrounding;

looking for clearings.

 

by Scooj

Starburst

 

Magnolia tree

bursting with delicate blooms

snow white in the spring.

 

by Scooj

Comma (2)

 

A warm Spring morning

punctuated only by

a passing comma.

 

by Scooj

  • adapted from an earlier haiku, prompted by seeing my first garden butterfly of the season. Origination is not coming too easily for me at the moment.

Making plans

.

Woodland burial

with willow wicker coffin

return to the earth.

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by Scooj