The older I get
the less certain I become
about anything;
a condition my young self
would struggle to understand.
by Scooj
The older I get
the less certain I become
about anything;
a condition my young self
would struggle to understand.
by Scooj
Deep winter decay
from which all life emerges;
faintest hint of spring.
by Scooj
Exquisite beauty
I see it all around me;
a wonderful world.
by Scooj
Let sleeping dogs lie
no cat nap for the canine;
totally crashed out.
by Scooj
Hands out of pockets
walk no more than two abreast;
it wouldn’t wash now.
by Scooj
Composed while walking to work on a very chilly morning and feeling uncomfortable putting my hands in my pockets, because of the school rules imposed/imprinted on me at a young age.
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Under clean blue skies
the puppy and I share time
scouting the garden.
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by Scooj
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A delicious treat
time and space to contemplate;
a table for one.
.
by Scooj
It’s the hope that kills
and so it is every match;
sheer purgatory.
by Scooj
In the night
when all is pitch black
they will come
baring teeth
stealing the dreams from children
and wreaking havoc
by Scooj
Waste paper basket
in the corner of the room
keeper of secrets.
by Scooj