Nothing is
where it ought to be;
upside down,
chaotic,
it could be some time before
normal life resumes.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
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
Lath and plaster
Grey plaster-dust clouds
meander throughout the house;
choking atmosphere.
by Scooj
Dethroned
The smallest room yields
to the expanding kitchen;
more home improvements.
by Scooj.
Painting the ceiling
Why don’t we simply
pay for a professional
to suffer for us?
by Scooj
Walk
On my own
walking Bristol streets
on tired legs
this cold day
blowing away the cobwebs
shaking off the blues.
by Scooj
Split
Nation divided
by weather and politics;
flood, drought and Brexit.
by Scooj
Hail
At first a gentle
plink plink tapping the windows,
then the crescendo.
by Scooj
