Tag: Poetry

Hat-trick

 

Three times a score; a

sixtieth birthday perhaps

or just merriment.

 

by Scooj

The English way

 

I daren’t look at the

person next to me…to look

as if I’m looking.

 

by Scooj

Second life

 

Abandoned but not

without hope; tides will carry

me to a new life.

 

by Scooj

Lost

 

A little longer

Just a little longer and

She’ll come back for me.

 

by Scooj

I don’t care

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I don’t give a fig

I couldn’t give a monkey’s

I just want to hang.

 

by Scooj

Family reunited

 

Son returned from camp

and cat from a month with the

vet; all together.

 

by Scooj

Leaving

 

It’s complicated

me and my father; and now

he leaves one last time.

 

by Scooj

Changes

 

Tired of childish games

Dolly cuts loose, adventures

on the horizon.

 

by Scooj

 

Sand Bay

 

A Summer”s day draws

to a close and we huddle

watching the tide rise.

 

by Scooj

Awake asleep

 

Our tummies rumble

waiting for the alarm clock

both awake asleep.

 

by Scooj