Tag: poem

Paris

 

The darkness is now

upon us, we are afraid

but our hearts are true.

 

by Scooj

What Autumn?

 

Mildest of weeks; this

prolonged seasonal stasis

is bewildering.

 

by Scooj

Shoe tree

The leaves tumble down

and skateboarders once again

admire their totem.

by Scooj.

Shoe tree, College Green, Bristol.
Shoe tree, College Green, Bristol.

Biozen

 

My brothers and my

sisters; plants and animals.

We are biozens.

 

by Scooj

Conference

 

Learning and sharing;

a tireless thirst for knowledge

fires me up somewhat.

 

by Scooj

Urban orange

An Autumn sunrise

offering false promises

that break chilly hearts.

by Scooj

Brunch interrupted

 

Eighty Harley Ds

descended on Café Rouge,

how incongruous.

 

by Scooj

Motorway

 

Driving through driving

rain, hurtling along the

M4 to London.

 

by Scooj

Secrets

 

I can see nothing

of your beating heart behind

those darkened windows.

 

by Scooj