Through venetian blinds
a segmented vista calls
out ‘pack up and go’.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Kang La Pass
I popped the question
at seventeen thousand feet,
a literal high.
by Scooj
First love
.
We were lovers once
those affections did not last
but they were not lost.
.
by Scooj
Overcast
.
Uncompromising
Mother Earth is in torpor
awaiting new life.
.
by Scooj
C.R.I.P.
Awful acronyms
dehumanise our language,
dehumanise us.
by Scooj
- I came across this at work today – Commonly Recognised Information Picture (CRIP) – a ‘management speak’ term used in emergency contexts. I think it means pulling together information and intelligence that will give us a clear understanding of what it going on. Shame on the person who coined this one.
Rain
Much needed although
unwelcome interruption;
the heavens open.
by Scooj
Bookshop
.
No satisfaction
thumbing through volumes of books
I will never read.
.
by Scooj
Growth
.
I’m in the greenhouse
That’s where you’ll find me, growing
As a human bean.
.
by Scooj
* With apologies.
(why I don’t like) Ivy
Its relentless surge
strangling dispassionately
all it encounters
and the berries, destined to
paint my car in pigeon poop.
by Scooj
- I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.
Dry
Prolonged dry weather,
as we call it in the trade,
set to hang about.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 