Two years

.

So little has changed

since last I visited here

a great deal has changed

.

by Scooj

on returning to the office after two years away.

Unwelcome

.

Shame of a nation

where process trumps compassion

you are not welcome

.

by Scooj

* I am utterly disgusted by and ashamed of our government and the disgraceful way they have conducted themselves with the visa system for Ukrainian refugees. As a UK citizen I feel tarnished with their appalling indifference and lack of urgency for a European crisis. They do not speak for me or reflect my views.

Brexit was meant to free us from bureaucratic processes and allow us to be fleet of foot. Hah! Just like everything else to do with Brexit, it is a myth. The conservatives are playing to the nationalist sentiment in their party and voters, who don’t want any kind of immigration. It is disgusting. The sooner we have a more compassionate and honest government the better.

I am so ashamed to be British.

Early morning

.

Chilly morning walk

father and son on the beach

looking for fossils

.

by Scooj

Stories

.

An old lady speaks

telling stories of her life

we sit and listen

.

by Scooj

Redland

.

On the final leg

branch line to Redland station

the weekend starts here

.

by Scooj

Distraction

.

An evening out

celebrating sixty years

of Jonathan G

.

by Scooj

What’s the point

.

Twice I have heard this,

putting things into context

sense of proportion

.

by Scooj

Invasion

.

I can’t shut it out

no matter how hard I try

fear, worry, loss, hope

.

by Scooj

Dirty money

.

Talk of dirty cash

by those that have gained from it

difficult to take

.

by Scooj

Broken-hearted

.
The tempo of the moment

I drag my feet behind me

slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

a leaden, broken-hearted, tango

.

Newsbeats punctuate the day

fuelling my impotence

wading through treacle

a saddened, broken-hearted, people

.

Generation’s legacy

it’s as if we’ve learned nothing

and Putin’s disdain

fragmented, broken-hearted, Ukraine

.

by Scooj

* I always feel it is a bit of a risk writing poetry like this. I don’t have a particularly highly developed skill for it, but I just wrote the words on a notepad, and, well, I’m sharing them. I am struggling to come to terms with the war in Ukraine, but it is only one of several defining moments of our time which have been handled rather badly… Climate crisis, biodiversity crisis, COVID-19, nationalism and war. What a bloody mess.