Distraction

.

An evening out

celebrating sixty years

of Jonathan G

.

by Scooj

What’s the point

.

Twice I have heard this,

putting things into context

sense of proportion

.

by Scooj

Invasion

.

I can’t shut it out

no matter how hard I try

fear, worry, loss, hope

.

by Scooj

Dirty money

.

Talk of dirty cash

by those that have gained from it

difficult to take

.

by Scooj

Broken-hearted

.
The tempo of the moment

I drag my feet behind me

slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

a leaden, broken-hearted, tango

.

Newsbeats punctuate the day

fuelling my impotence

wading through treacle

a saddened, broken-hearted, people

.

Generation’s legacy

it’s as if we’ve learned nothing

and Putin’s disdain

fragmented, broken-hearted, Ukraine

.

by Scooj

* I always feel it is a bit of a risk writing poetry like this. I don’t have a particularly highly developed skill for it, but I just wrote the words on a notepad, and, well, I’m sharing them. I am struggling to come to terms with the war in Ukraine, but it is only one of several defining moments of our time which have been handled rather badly… Climate crisis, biodiversity crisis, COVID-19, nationalism and war. What a bloody mess.

Cloak

.

Darkness surrounds us

a thick veil over Europe

light of peace snuffed out

.

by Scooj

Desensitised

.

You might have thought that

watching the news would concern

instead we grab zeds

.

by Scooj

Post covid

.

The phone never rings

instead faces on the screen

MS Teams and Zoom

.

by Scooj

Round robin

.

Fluffy feather ball

partnered up and preparing

there’s work to be done

.

by Scooj

Demolition

.

Old wall dismantled

pneumatic drill the culprit

the stories it knows

.

by Scooj