Tag: Poetry

Holiday snooze

.

With haste I succumb

to the draw of Morpheus

for a thousand winks.

.

by Scooj

Easy foraging

.

Squirrel at the door,

squats like a doe-eyed puppy

begging for some nuts.

.

by Scooj

Showers

 

August continues

where July left off, frontal

weather stream remains.

 

by Scooj

Holiday hours

 

So what time is this?

I growl at my daughter, who

rises after lunch.

 

by Scooj

State employment

 

Painting by numbers,

a perfunctory living

and passion stifled.

 

by Scooj

So tired

 

Sleep overwhelms and

in parallel burdens me;

jobs I have not done.

 

by Scooj

Caught in a rainstorm

 

A map of London

printed on the underside

of my umbrella;

incongruous reminder

of my original home.

 

by Scooj

Inclement weather

 

Raining in Bemmie

and the crowds may diminish

but not the spirit.

 

by Scooj

Upfest 2017

 

Street artists converge

on Bristol for a few days,

painting the town red.

 

by Scooj

 

Nepali life

 

In the cool thin air

apple moons laid out to dry;

Autumn provisions

 

by Scooj