Tag: Poetry

Borrowed time

 

Summer’s last hurrah

new leaves unfurl, unprepared

for September’s chill.

 

by Scooj

VW

 

It’s the deceit that

really galls; so arrogant

you forgot what counts.

 

by a very angry Scooj

Interweb

 

It must be Autumn,

there’s no need to step outside,

Google told me so.

 

by Scooj

Bamboozled

 

Searching for sunlight

running roots crack through asphalt;

irrepressible.

 

by Scooj

Trenches

 

A scrawled note to loved

ones before the whistle blows

then over the top.

 

by Scooj

Strawberry Line

 

Father and daughter

on a cool September day

cycling together.

 

by Scooj

Web

 

To be trapped is to

be filled with a fear so great

that all fight subsides.

 

by Scooj

But it was a nightmare

 

It was not a bad

dream; our night time visitor

dropped ‘Bun’ in the loo.

 

by Scooj

School drag

A school-bound child screams

‘take me home mummy please’; it

is too much to bear.

by Scooj

Tree rat

 

Autumn harvester

too much maligned grey cousin

of Potter’s Nutkin.

 

by Scooj