Tag: poem

Cousins

I thought I’d try something a bit different, inspired by some lovely poetry I read here. This is the first poem I have written since school (other than Haiku). Be gentle.

 

Cousins

 

So different were we,

I from London and you from Leeds.

I remember one time

when we went out walking,

you pointed up to the sky and cried

‘eh up, there’s kite’

I didn’t know what you had said at first.

We are not so different now

you and I,

our age has smoothed out our differences

our age has brought us closer

it is our age that now defines us.

 

by Scooj

 

Dull day

 

Only the crying

gulls break the monotony

of overcast skies.

 

by Scooj

 

 

To Dom

 

Tears of a grieving

mother, stained in red tribute

where he used to skate.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I was deeply moved today when I met a lady roughly my age spraying a cardboard stencil tribute to Dom. I stopped to ask her who Dom was. She told me through her tears that he was her son, aged 21, who died two days ago on a basketball court. Too tragic for words. Sometimes life is just so very tough. Such sadness. As a boy Dom used to skate here at Dean Lane skate park.

http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/university-basketball-captain-died-after-11976867

 

 

London Underground 

.

Pasty faces and

an absence of eye contact;

packed in like sardines. 

.

by Scooj

Autumn

.

Her calling card dropped

without any compassion

for lingering hope. 

.

by Scooj

First netball tournament

.

Full of excitement 

nervous anticipation

my goal attack girl. 

.

by Scooj

Killing time

.

Four minutes only

seventeen syllables to

contrive; here we go. 

.

by Scooj

Last stand

 

This stubborn Summer

reluctant to relinquish

its tenuous grip.

 

by Scooj

Pub crawl

.

Leaving dos galore

farewells to long-time colleagues

drowning my sorrows. 

.

by Scooj 

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* written whilst walking between pubs.