Only the crying
gulls break the monotony
of overcast skies.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
To Dom
Tears of a grieving
mother, stained in red tribute
where he used to skate.
by Scooj
- I was deeply moved today when I met a lady roughly my age spraying a cardboard stencil tribute to Dom. I stopped to ask her who Dom was. She told me through her tears that he was her son, aged 21, who died two days ago on a basketball court. Too tragic for words. Sometimes life is just so very tough. Such sadness. As a boy Dom used to skate here at Dean Lane skate park.
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/university-basketball-captain-died-after-11976867
London Underground
.
Pasty faces and
an absence of eye contact;
packed in like sardines.
.
by Scooj
Autumn
.
Her calling card dropped
without any compassion
for lingering hope.
.
by Scooj
First netball tournament
.
Full of excitement
nervous anticipation
my goal attack girl.
.
by Scooj
Killing time
.
Four minutes only
seventeen syllables to
contrive; here we go.
.
by Scooj
Last stand
This stubborn Summer
reluctant to relinquish
its tenuous grip.
by Scooj
Pub crawl
.
Leaving dos galore
farewells to long-time colleagues
drowning my sorrows.
.
by Scooj
.
* written whilst walking between pubs.
Ellie
Fiery furnace
compassionate to the core
a golden heart forged.
by Scooj
For my manager who leaves this week. She’s simply the best.
Unto thine own self be true
.
A life compromised
by moral obligations
the right choices made.
.
by Scooj
