Tag: poem

Let me be

 

Summer daydreams are

rudely interrupted by

the here and the now.

 

by Scooj

It’s a very British thing

 

Some things are just too

funny; Johnners and Aggers

corpsing still kills me.

 

by Scooj

 

  • Reminded of a small piece of cricket commentary:

Exeter

 

Eclectic city

a mish-mash of new and old

buildings cheek by jowl.

 

by Scooj

Waiting Room

Not a book in sight

nor a newspaper; the age

of the phone pulls in.

by Scooj

Day end

 

Sky blue turns to gold

to orange to red to black

this winter nightfall.

 

by Scooj

Plane diverted due to fog

 

An unexpected

visitor literally

descending tonight.

 

by Scooj

Summer holiday

I remember the day you died

we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins

I remember the day you died

I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays

I remember the day you died

we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed

I remember the day you died

I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again

That was the day you died

drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.

I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.

Many years have passed little cuz.

I can’t forget the day you died.

by Scooj

For E.K.

Drift

 

Once, I knew you well.

Thick as thieves, friends forever.

Old now. Friends no more.

 

by Scooj

Spotify joy

.

An algorithm 

that knows your favourite tracks;

a restorative. 
by Scooj