All I have is here
my worldly goods and my home;
lonely and alone.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Hotel room
Small kettle and cups
perfunctory offerings
neat, tidy, soulless.
by Scooj
Independence Day
Over the years I’ve
been institutionalised;
new job starts today.
by Scooj
Icarus
As he hurtled to
the ground nobody waited;
ambition unseen.
by Scooj
Gove
Dishonourable
backstabbing narcissism;
an embarrassment.
by Scooj
Still angry and ashamed at the way British politics is playing out. See this haiku I wrote on the subject almost a year ago.
Commute
Ever-changing views
reward dreamers and gazers
with fields of foxgloves.
by Scooj
Deepening depression
Joy is sucked out of
the city while the storm clouds
gather to the west.
by Scooj
Keep calm and carry on?
Seismic changes on
the way; this is no time to
sip a cup of tea.
by Scooj
Bernard
Ninety in two days
astonishing achievement
happy birthday B
by Scooj
Post Brexit blues
Hollow victory
and simmering resentment;
country divided.
by Scooj
Really sorry to draw this out. The wounds here are still sore. In my life I have never known such a divided nation before and unusually, the injured parties are younger people and graduates. What a bad idea the referendum was. The phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ has never been so apt.
Natural adventures 