Tag: Poetry

Dawn

 

The winter sun peeps

over the cold horizon;

silver-dusted land.

 

by Scooj

Imagined advice

.

And in time your heart

will heal, life will carry on;

oh…and what great times.

.

by Scooj

Busker

 

Haunting sounds.

Accordion plays

minor tones,

singing soft

with melancholic stanzas;

I hold back the tears.

 

by Scooj

Not holding my breath

 

Parts of the country

prepare for a wintry storm;

not expected here.

 

by Scooj

Island

 

Creativity

marooned, shipwrecked in my head

no means of escape.

 

by Scooj

 

Home improvements

 

Nothing is

where it ought to be;

upside down,

chaotic,

it could be some time before

normal life resumes.

 

by Scooj

Cornice

.

Sweet imperfection

unnoticed until noticed

then forever seen.

.

by Scooj

Branch line

.

Sleepy commuters

update their Facebook pages

and their Twitter feeds.

.

by Scooj

Old timer

 

I count them in and

then I count them out; I am

an ever-present.

 

by Scooj