There can be few things
in life more frivolous than
chasing your own tail.
by Scooj


She loves him, it’s true,
though her dark purpose prevents
an eternal love.
by Scooj

He loves her so much,
his proclamation is clear
for all to witness.
by Scooj
Oh sweet slumber come
and engulf me in your arms;
nourish me with dreams.
by Scooj
Tight, fat and bloated,
September’s offering is
October’s desire.
by Scooj
With consummate ease,
walking on water is like
a stroll in the park.
by Scooj
Delicate whisper
of Autumn’s steady advance;
time to button up.
by Scooj
Distorted shadow
obscured by rippling waters;
unmistakable.
by Scooj
I want my childhood
back; to spend carefree Summers
with those who have gone.
by Scooj
On Cornish heather,
still only for a moment;
captured in rapture.
by Scooj