Tag: Poetry

Time to go home

 

As the lights go out

and colleagues head for their homes

I remain and write.

 

by Scooj

Junk mail

 

A letter addressed

with ‘to whom it may concern’

is wasted on me.

 

by Scooj

Tanka 2

 

Ancient limestone rock

scoured by ceaseless storms and surf

and where a perfect

bowl is carved by swirling stones

a gift, a pool filled with life.

 

by Scooj

Sunday Sunday 

.

Here we are again

Sunday routine of pancakes

then off to netball. 

.

by Scooj

Nature boy

 

Forever outside

discovering worlds under

every upturned stone.

 

by Scooj

Trivial

 

Humpty Dumpty good

old egg, fell off the wall and

broke his leg…dear chap.

 

by Scooj

Dinosaur

 

I’m not good at change;

institutionalised and

too set in my ways.

 

by Scooj

Limerick 2

 

I’ve struggled at times to articulate

the science of matters particulate

quantum physics is not

a pursuit that I’ve got

any time for or wish to consolidate.

 

by Scooj

 

That’s enough limericks for a while.

Limerick 1

 

Once when visiting Dorset

I tried on a very tight corset

when my heart missed a beat

and the blood left my feet

I untied, and by God had to force it.

 

by Scooj

 

Chocks away

 

The journey begins,

braced for a white-knuckle ride

we’re all wing-walkers

 

by Scooj