I don’t remember
what you look like; memory
fades with passing tides.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
At death’s door
‘Everybody is
welcome’ the sign says, but I’m
not quite ready yet.
by Scooj
Grrr
Tempus fugit and
tempers fray; waiting in a
shopping mall car park.
By Scooj
Painted Ladies
Hanging out to dry,
ugly guzzling grubbers will
transform and amaze.
by Scooj
Dawn chorus
Compensation for
an early start; sweet singing
and unfettered joy.
by Scooj
Modern Green Man
Shaped from the earth and
hiding in a suburban
garden; I saw you.
by Scooj
Lifer
Job in the balance
twenty six years of service
counts for nothing now.
by Scooj
Back to School
Tears are shed, Easter
holidays are over and
routines are restored.
by Scooj
Sow
Surrounded by seeds
and overwhelmed by the choice;
from small beginnings…
by Scooj
Sleeping rough
Exposed and damp, these
stinking stairways under the
stars; undignified.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 