Tag: Poetry

Standing room only

.

Standing room only

too polite to turf sleeping

girl out of my seat.

.

by Scooj

This is no way to spend a Sunday night

.

On the train again

destination Vauxhall and

some boxy hotel. 

.

by Scooj

Unexpected

 

All was calm and still

when thunderbolts came crashing

to disrupt our life.

 

by Scooj

Tanka 1

 

In late October

Westonbirt Arboretum

leafy canopies

display their red, gold and green

magnificence, for our joy.

 

by Scooj. Photograph courtesy of Scoojette.

News

.

Hold the press! Headline:

Boy, fourteen, hoovers the house

and does the ironing. 

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by Scooj

Meditation

.

Snoozing to the buzz

of insects and roar of waves

I, here in the dunes. 

.

by Scooj

Fourteen

.

Losing you is hard

the boy has become a man

go now and flourish. 

.

by Scooj

Season scene

.

From the train window

yellow-grey skies hint at the

darkening Autumn. 

.

by Scooj

Tall

.

I always wanted

him to be taller than me

now I’m not so sure. 

.

by Scooj

Two-stroke

 

Sound of a two-stroke

drifts down from the allotments;

reminds me of Spring.

 

by Scooj