Soon the storm will pass
and the blue skies will return
then we will have peace.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Money spider
.
From the corner of
my eye, I spied a spider
dangling from my hair.
.
by Scooj
Screen shot
Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Elusive
Just a fleeting glimpse;
hare’s legs and undulating
weasel teasing me.
by Scooj
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
