Tag: Poetry

Windfall

 

Roaring winds recede

and stillness descends. Fallen

apples, food for worms.

 

by Scooj

Fortunate

 

When you don’t have much

it seems any chair will do;

I have many chairs.

 

by Scooj

(Un)real

 

Night terrors replay

in my mind; so vivid and

frightening and strange.

 

by Scooj

Foothold

 

Even now, as raw

winds battle southwards, Summer’s

last traces rejoice.

 

by Scooj

I am Arctic hare

 

My Summer jacket

has yielded and been replaced

by my Winter coat.

 

by Scooj

Blank

 

How is it that when

your mind is cluttered and full

it feels so empty?

 

by Scooj

You look nice

 

A few simple words,

a random act of kindness

and the world makes sense.

 

by Scooj

One minute

 

I weep at my desk

as we stay silent; somehow

it seems not enough.

 

by Scooj

This or that?

 

It’s so worrisome

deciding which tiles to choose

for the new bathroom.

 

by Scooj

Paris

 

The darkness is now

upon us, we are afraid

but our hearts are true.

 

by Scooj