Tag: poem

St John’s Gardens

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Dappled sunlight gives 

Little warmth and trees little

Shelter from cold winds. 

.

by Scooj

Today I found a quiet place

 

A silent space where

I can be alone frees my

mind for adventure.

 

by Scooj

Drift away

.

An opened window

to let his soul leave the room;

I believe he left.  

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by Scooj

Neglected

.

With trepidation 

I stride to the allotment 

first time in six weeks. 

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by Scooj

Football train

.

General hubbub 

snippets of conversation

and clickity clacks. 

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by Scooj

Blimey!

 

One thousand and one

posts. I didn’t know that I

had so much to say!

 

by Scooj

Pen power

 

Blue, red, green or black,

flipchart pens lend power to

facilitators.

 

by Scooj

Getting older

 

Those I thought were young

are no longer so; in turn

they see an old man.

 

by Scooj

Off sick

 

Unwell and in bed

and hanging in my darkened

room, that unwell smell.

 

by Scooj