On my own
walking Bristol streets
on tired legs
this cold day
blowing away the cobwebs
shaking off the blues.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Split
Nation divided
by weather and politics;
flood, drought and Brexit.
by Scooj
Hail
At first a gentle
plink plink tapping the windows,
then the crescendo.
by Scooj
Love and respect
.
The workshop
was where we spent time
away from
all others;
my grandpa the carpenter
I the observer.
.
by Scooj
Dad joke
.
Last words to colleagues –
‘armageddon outta here’;
pained groans and laughter.
.
by Scooj
Context is all – the office conversation as I was packing up to leave was about the terrible and declining state of the world, of everything.
The wall
Those days can happen,
when you don’t know what to do
when you hit the wall.
by Scooj
League
.
In the sun
the boys play football
the sky blues
play at home
against the claret and blues;
Sunday league football.
.
by Scooj
My first shadorma.
Clowns
Beneath the costume
we are not so different
you the clown and I.
by Scooj
Late in the office
Others have gone home;
shut the door on your way out
I think to myself.
by Scooj
Nightmare
.
Everywhere I look
I see the ragged remnants
of my waking dreams.
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 