Now the die is cast
there is no going back, no
second chance. It’s done.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Bubble babble
.
Meaningless jargon
in the Westminster bubble
fails to touch real lives.
.
by Scooj
It rains
Interminable
rain, eroding memories
of warm summers past.
by Scooj
Rain, rain go away
.
Crisp, dry leaves yield to
soggy slippery mush. Rain!
enough already.
.
by Scooj
Chilly choices
.
Standing in cold car
parks, shivering and choosing
which cars to test drive.
.
by Scooj
Birdsong
Even in dark days
where only despair resides
birdsong lifts my heart.
by Scooj
*I’m fine by the way, I am just experimenting with moods/emotions
Alone
No hot desks left, so
I find a quiet cell; now
incarcerated.
by Scooj
It’s coming
Summer’s memories
locked away and discarded;
face up to Winter.
by Scooj
Super moon
.
The persistent moon
of Westminster’s clock face mocks
urban cloud cover.
.
by Scooj
Invisible
.
In the grey city
under heavy Autumn skies
anonymity.
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 