Tag: poem

Lifetime

 

As a boy

I went to Star Wars

number four.

Together

with my son, we are going

to see number eight.

 

by Scooj

Low cloud

 

Bathing in dull grey

high moods struggle to muster

the week drags slowly.

 

by Scooj

Fresh coat

 

Early morning start

escape the grips of weekend

decorating chores.

 

by Scooj

Break

 

Sacred ten minutes

a cup of tea and biscuits

…on to the next job.

 

by Scooj

Wet

 

Needed not wanted

rain falls continuously

from Atlantic fronts.

 

by Scooj

Dawn

 

The winter sun peeps

over the cold horizon;

silver-dusted land.

 

by Scooj

Imagined advice

.

And in time your heart

will heal, life will carry on;

oh…and what great times.

.

by Scooj

Busker

 

Haunting sounds.

Accordion plays

minor tones,

singing soft

with melancholic stanzas;

I hold back the tears.

 

by Scooj

Not holding my breath

 

Parts of the country

prepare for a wintry storm;

not expected here.

 

by Scooj