February, 2020 - Haiku Book

Sat 29/02/20

It is a Leap Year,
So, Feb gets twenty-nine days,
One more day to work.

The wind is my friend,
It’s blowing gentle breezes.
Or maybe a gale.

Shares are falling still,
It’s the Corona Virus,
Infecting the stocks.

Thank God it’s Friday,
I will say it once again,
Yes, T.G.I.F!

Corona Viras,
What is it, flu or a cold,
Does anyone know?

It is raining now,
And some puddles grow outside,
Quicker than the grass.

I’m counting pennies,
Standing in the pouring rain,
One, two, three and more.

I’m travelling now,
To somewhere and then come back,
The journey’s the fun.

I’m making mistakes,
And they’re easier to do,
Then getting it right.

Paddle in puddles,
Feel that wet coldness get you,
Oh, clinging to you.

I forgot Wednesday,
And Wednesday forgot me,
The trouble I make.

Can I make it up,
Does Wednesday like flowers?
Daffodils perhaps!

“Well?” Said the doctor,
“What is the matter with you?”
I took a wrong turn!

Where is the toilet?
They said, “Turn left, to the end,
And there, just turn right”.

I passed the cafe,
And again then stopped for tea,
Then I had to pee.

That’s how it started,
I got out whilst I could though,
Back to normal strife.

It’s a busy day,
Many on the bus and train,
Filling all the seats.

It’s wet and windy,
And puddles block the pathways,
Droplets drop from trees.

I’m in a strange place,
It’s me for sure, no one else,
I am sitting here.

Things go on and off,
Standing by, and waiting there,
Just blinking at you.

The clouds were piled up,
Sitting on the setting sun,
It fought to break through.

What the barman saw,
Under the bar last evening,
Is something so gross!

Maybe, it is now,
And maybe it ain’t. We’ll see!
When we go under.

The darkness surrounds,
Closing in like a thick fog,
Chilling to the bone.

There’s a quietness,
Eerie and haunting down there,
Like a dripping tap.

And so we returned,
And pledged to not speak a word,
Of what we saw there.

To be continued…….

There’s no magic yet,
No golden chute or bullet,
Just more of the same.

Just playing the game,
Tactics failing, pieces lost,
Don’t make more wrong moves!

Friday’s looking good,
There is a ‘Yes’ about it.
Unspoken but there.

Make a difference,
Push your boundaries further,
Start feeling that stretch!

Dates are so funny,
They hang around for a day,
Then the numbers change.

Some travel patterns,
Crowded, busy or a few,
Spare seats or standing.

Rain on the waters,
Rhythmic patterns hold my gaze,
One drop is better.