Tag: poem

Metro Mayor

 

An empty church hall

decked out with trestle tables

and three earnest clerks,

I pencil in my crosses;

my vote is cast. There it is.

 

by Scooj

 

I expect a very low turnout for the metro mayor election.

A case of you

 

Truly beautiful

music to close your eyes to;

map of Canada.

 

by Scooj

Ana Moura cover version.

TMay Rex

 

Stubborn, obstinate,

uncompromising, severe,

arrogant old fool.

 

by Scooj

Cryptic

 

Imagination

playing tricks; I’ll not be found.

I am a twig, me.

 

by Scooj

Allotment

.

Here I sit calmly

behind vines and artichokes

shielded from the world 

.

by Scooj

Lost and found

 

Accidentally

discarded and forgotten;

found by a kind heart.

 

by Scooj

Horses

.

Motionless horses

stand, heads bowed, in urban fields

fringing the city. 

.

by Scooj

Ceci n’est pas une pipe

 

This is not a pipe

and all is not as it seems,

so what is it then?

 

by Scooj

  • with thanks to the genius of René Magritte

Brrrr

 

After days of warmth

a chilly north wind reclaims

Winter’s legacy.

 

by Scooj