Silent approaches,
nonchalant glances exchanged;
mutual respect.
Silent approaches,
nonchalant glances exchanged;
mutual respect.
Beautiful England
all around and before me
and the radio.
by Scooj
Dire and depressing
monotonous straight Tarmac
a means to an end.
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