You cannot run, you
cannot hide from the bad bunch;
you can’t slip away.
by Scooj
You cannot run, you
cannot hide from the bad bunch;
you can’t slip away.
by Scooj
Unfurl in my arms
unravel in my embrace
safety in numbers.
by Scooj
Floating about in
a sea of uncertainty;
hold on or let go?
by Scooj
Frail unpretentious
flower too small to notice
too fair to ignore.
by Scooj
Hear the tide ebbing,
seaweed pops and crackles and
bright water gurgles.
by Scooj
Squinting through makeup
that fails to cover the truth;
a heavy weekend.
by Scooj
In its grey coat it
came, eyeing up the neighbours
fishpond, then vanished.
by Scooj
Preoccupied and
consumed; Spring’s lackluster call
hardly stirs my mood.
by Scooj
Technicolour girl
enriching our monochrome
existence; go well.
by Scooj
Dinner engagement
a frenzy of sycophants
happy birthday Liz
by Scooj