Tag: poem

Is anyone listening?

 

Clumsy with my words

they tumble in a vacuum

unheard and unloved.

 

by Scooj

  • The father of teenagers.

Slow worm

 

Neither slow nor worm

unkind lazy misnomer;

lizard without legs.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I’m having an uninspired day and so am republishing a haiku I wrote on April 28 2015 under the title Haiku 13.

New hope

 

On hold no longer

Spring’s majestic arrival

cheers tired, jaded hearts.

 

by Scooj

Melt

.

As fast as it came

Emma’s legacy retreats

normal life resumes.

.

by Scooj

Winter in Spring

 

Wind-sculpted snow drifts

soften a harsh urban hill;

children on sledges.

 

by Scooj

Pitching

.

From the south, Emma,

east wind from Siberia;

Bristol snow pitches.

by Scooj

In Bristol and for about a 30 mike radius, the word pitching is used instead of settling. I love the word.

Storm Emma is a low pressure storm which is bumping into the Siberian high that is sitting over Europe. Result…snow…yay.

The colour of warm

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An amber warning

anticipation of snow

is suffocating.

.

by Scooj

Snowy forecast

 

Brittle snowflakes fall

from light clouds in a blue sky;

pretty precursor.

 

by Scooj