The fattening buds
filled with the promise of Spring;
not much longer now.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Me first
Forever mindful
I am in the here and now
it is good for me.
by Scooj
Urban sprawl
.
Monolithic crane
stoops over ant workers;
new development.
.
by Scooj
Sunday morning
I’m up with the larks
or should I say with the barks?
dog needs letting out.
by Scooj
Sorting
Four piles in the house
keep, sell, donate and dispose;
what weekends are for.
by Scooj
Saying
‘There’s enough blue sky
to make a pair of sailor’s
trousers’, gran would say.
by Scooj
Seventeenth coffee
I exaggerate
although decaffeinated
doesn’t really count.
by Scooj
Lunch
Tinged with a little
sadness that my toastie’s gone;
it was delicious.
by Scooj
Pogues on the bus
Gritty urban folk
reminder of student days
of pubs, bars and clubs.
by Scooj
Modern diaspora
Work space reduction
and remote technology…
W.F.H.
by Scooj
*WFH = Work from home.
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