Tag: Poetry

Break

 

Sacred ten minutes

a cup of tea and biscuits

…on to the next job.

 

by Scooj

Wet

 

Needed not wanted

rain falls continuously

from Atlantic fronts.

 

by Scooj

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