The sun touched sea slaps
the boat and our lines tighten
and cut on the rise.
by Scooj
The sun touched sea slaps
the boat and our lines tighten
and cut on the rise.
by Scooj
Through rippled glass I
gaze at beautiful May skies
and cherry blossom.
by Scooj
Claustrophobic trip;
sold a dummy when booking
a seat with a view.
by Scooj
Bold proclamation
of love, though I suspect she
no longer loves you.
by Scooj
Silent approaches,
nonchalant glances exchanged;
mutual respect.
Beautiful England
all around and before me
and the radio.
by Scooj
Dire and depressing
monotonous straight Tarmac
a means to an end.
by Scooj
You cannot run, you
cannot hide from the bad bunch;
you can’t slip away.
by Scooj
Unfurl in my arms
unravel in my embrace
safety in numbers.
by Scooj
Floating about in
a sea of uncertainty;
hold on or let go?
by Scooj