Month: December 2020

Waking with wet feet,
And the sun’s warmth on his head,
He struggled to rise.

Staggering forward,
The sand heavy under foot,
He headed for shade.

He found a small cave,
To keep the sun of his body.
Now to find water.

After a short rest,
He walked out slowly eastwards,
With the sun behind.

There were just sheer cliffs,
But he found a larger cave,
And this one went back.

It quickly got dark,
Inside it was damp smelling,
And water was found.

A trickle of it,
Down the cave wall to a pond,
Small, but just enough.

Venturing further,
He wondered where it would lead,
And was it worth it.

A pile of small rocks,
Alerted him, t’was a sign!
A very good sign.

He looked about him,
And sure enough skeletons,
Dressed in tatty clothes.

He could not see well,
And shadows began to move,
So it seemed to him.

He dug a small hole,
Soon hitting a box ,not deep,
And heaved in up out.

He could feel the weight,
Though small it was so heavy,
And gold coins fell out.

He let them fall out,
Happy for the find, but then,
How could he leave here?

I can’t remember,
What did I post yesterday?
I will have to check.

The day’s overcast,
A heavy frost this morning,
Left it icy cold.

I am locked away,
To focus a little here,
And get something done.

The year is ending,
And we all say, “Good Riddance!”
What a year it’s been.

I did post something, it needs some more work on that, to finish the tale.

Here’s a seaward tale,
Of a sailor caught at sea,
In a fiercesome storm.

The wave washed the deck,
And nothing could be held fast,
Much went over board.

They struggled with sails,
As they tried to pull them in,
The ropes burning hands.

Each wave the ship rolled,
Throwing sailors down slipping,
Across the wet deck.

Soon a wave so huge,
Took this sailor from the ship,
In the cold briny.

On a barrel held,
As it rode wave after wave,
Until morning came.

And in morning light,
Land there could be seen not far,
And so he did swim.

The warm sandy beach,
Embraced him as he fell there.,
Waves lapping his legs.

Maybe continued, and then again maybe not, we’ll see when we’re there.

Man U and Wolves game,
And I think it was a goal,
But it’s still nil all.

Just had my dinner,
Roast chicken, rice and salad,
Very tasty too.

Will it snow tonight?
The moon is full this evening,
But it’s cloudy too.

The days draw closer,
To another day at work,
And earning money.

If only I could,
I would, without any doubt,
Do something I love.

Travel the world round,
Twice or more, stopping to look,
And see those places.

But I find myself
Chained to an old office chair,
And going nowhere.

“Just pipe dreams“, you say,
“You’re up in cloud cookoo land,
With a few blue birds“.

It is a Monday,
Boxing day carried over,
And it feels so strange.

Families walk by,
Taking their family walks,
Out in the cold air.

I am at a loss,
Motivation is on leave,
What can I do now?

Intermitant fasts,
Really, I think? But it’s here,
With not all my meals!

Must I loose some weight,
Mine is just displaced, not fat,
And in the wrong place.

Well the guests have left,
Just after it had got dark,
And street ligths were on.

A joyful small tree,
The toddler loved all its lights,
And that was enough.

The new year plans start,
The things put on hold last year,
Must start now afresh.

My plans are refreshed,
And so’s my waning resolve,
To get something done.

I am now behind,
From writing this Haiku blog,
And catching up now.

It takes some effort,
To think of something to say,
Through my blurry eyes.

I wore a disguise,
Nothing fancy a moustache,
One from the cracker.

I am up early,
Doing my stuff with breakfast,
Looking for my pen.

My fountain pen’s gone,
Dissappeared it just vanished.
I’m lost without it.

So much for some gifts,
I took them on a promise,
Maybe in the sales.

English brekfast lunch,
It was a massive fry up,
With all the add ons.

Well the ligths are lit,
On the tree and the bushes,
With light up reindeer.

It fascinates her,
To this toddler it is fun,
Just seeing the lights.

The guests have arrived,
Two to add to our number,
And it’s good they’re here.

Loats of food to eat,
And they have brought alot more,
Midnight finger food!