.
No pressure there then
when words are hard to come by
forced, inauthentic
.
by Scooj
.
No pressure there then
when words are hard to come by
forced, inauthentic
.
by Scooj
.
Pebbles in my crocs
an evil state of affairs
and first-world problem
.
by Scooj
.
The tide in full flow
we move our gear up the rocks
time and time again
.
by Scooj

.
The school boy in me
excited by these treasures
the smooth from the rough
.
by Scooj
.
Self-isolation
and by quirky twist of fate
I am home alone
.
by Scooj
.
Starling flock startled
not by me you understand
peregrine falcon
.
by Scooj
.
Blustery morning
not too warm and not too cold
dressed for heavy rain
.
by Scooj
.
In seaside Cleethorpes
by drizzle windswept beaches
clinking slot machines
.
by Scooj
.
Inspiration lacking
a busy mind too cluttered
in time it will pass
.
by Scooj

.
Vaulted canopy
in the distance a folly
shafts of light, moist air
.
by Scooj