The mystery of
form and function stimulates
the thinkers to think.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Winds of change
We go through the hoops
nobody said we had to;
change the paradigm.
by Scooj
286. The Bearpit (22)
There is something very pleasing about walking around the city looking for interesting things and making discoveries. Every now and then you see a real gem that shines so brightly but others do not seem to see. It is not a gift, but at times it feels like one.
This is a beautiful and refreshing piece that recently appeared in the Southern tunnel of The Bearpit. I am guessing, but I have little to go on that this drawing/pastel? is by Yvette Byrd. The only clue I have is in the tiny paste up at the bottom right, with a beautiful poem and signature. I have googled Yvette Byrd, but nothing relevant comes up.
So I must enjoy this piece for what it is rather than the celebrity of its creation. Maybe more work will appear and the pieces of the jigsaw come together. This piece says to me ‘dare to be different’. Somebody new trying something new.
Chaos
It began with the
kiss of a butterfly wing
unleashing the storm.
by Scooj
Old sly
Planting out on the
allotment being watched; I
turn, he slinks away.
by Scooj
Zzz
Summer afternoon
slumber abruptly ended
by a hungry cat.
by Scooj
Juliet
A tender kiss is
all I ever wanted; my
lost romantic heart.
by Scooj
May the best team win
The best of friends…the
worst of enemies, go in
to battle today.
by Scooj
Crows
Guardians of my
soul, they wait patiently for
my death, cackling.
By Scooj
- cackling – 3 syllables?
I’ve never seen that before
‘Boof’ a softened thud
beside me; thirty foot fall,
a squirrel scuttles.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 