The Sunday roast is
in the oven; my tummy
rumbles hollow tunes.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Rural tag
Abandoned fossil
hunt; inclement weather, so
left my moniker.
by Scooj
Circumstance
Falling through the cracks
victims of austerity;
my head hangs in shame.
by Scooj
- I sometimes struggle with the word victim, and the ‘victim culture’ that thrives during ‘shocks’ of all kinds. In this case I feel the word is valid.
Survivor
Forgotten gateway
to who knows where? neglected
and incongruous.
by Scooj
The curse of adulthood
When I was young I
saw only the wonder of
the world; no longer.
by Scooj
Relentless
Since dawn, the sad rain
leaves its depressing stain on
all that it touches.
by Scooj
Love me
You tell me these things
as if I need reminding;
I like to love me.
by Scooj
Game
It’s not the losing
that hurts; it is the manner
in which it is lost.
by Scooj
Gathering
Hosting a party
and we’re quite out of practice;
first…tidy the house.
by Scooj
Jazz quartet
Sounds echo around;
a great beat as feet shuffle
past from shop to shop.
bt Scooj
Natural adventures 