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Bitter-sweet feeling
great pride laced with emptiness
no time to look back
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by Scooj
Tag: Sadness
Hurting
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I spoke to the Earth
and she said she was hurting
love is not enough
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by Scooj
Last show
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For twenty five years
an ever-present bloomer
has staged her last show
I planted and nurtured her
and she spoiled me with flowers.
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by Scooj
Fall out
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It’s never pleasant
when a father-daughter bond
is strained to breaking
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by Scooj
Shortest day in sight
The darkness will lift
daylight will return to us
things won’t feel so bad
by Scooj
Summer holiday
I remember the day you died
we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins
I remember the day you died
I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays
I remember the day you died
we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed
I remember the day you died
I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again
That was the day you died
drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.
I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.
Many years have passed little cuz.
I can’t forget the day you died.
by Scooj
For E.K.
Adam
I don’t remember
what you look like; memory
fades with passing tides.
by Scooj
146. The Bearpit (6)
This post is governed more by events than any kind of planning on my part. Last week I photographed this small wooden plaque recognising the great talents of DJ Derek. Any of you who have followed this blog for a while may remember this post of a stencil by Stewy in Leonard Lane.
There is some sad news today; news reports are claiming that the remains of Derek Serpell-Morris have been found in Patchway, North Bristol. There will be a collective sigh of sadness as people in Bristol become aware of the fate of this iconic character.
The catchphrase on the plaque is now burdened with a heavy irony given the circumstances of his disappearance and passing. I don’t know who the plaque is by, but it is signed MTB.
This is a sad day indeed.
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