Environment - Haiku Book

Friday 22/02/19 Misty Morning

Misty morning roads,
Making things to dissappear,
And lights shining bright.

It’s not very cold,
Wet, yes it’s wet, you feel it.
Good to get inside.

The London Griffins,
Still survive, they’re well hidden.
Magical creatures!

I want to find them,
Photograph and keep them all,
Safe where I can see.

Taking moon photos,
What is it about the moon?
A lunatic thing?

It fascinates me,
The way it looks and appears,
I like how it hangs.

Manipulating,
My photographs of the moon,
Make it look so strange.

The moons bright tonight,
Full and moving clouds away,
It shining boldly.

The sky cold and clear,
But still the weather is good.
Spring is keen to come.

The bindings undone,
Pages fall on to the floor.
Covering the cracks.

The cup is half full,
That’s hopeful, yet, getting cold.
The cup’s move aside.

Dramatic white clouds
Fill the blue sky just enough.
To form great contrasts.

An emergency,
Grips the States as Bum Hole speaks
Building walls he says,

5 Billion bucks
Undefined budget it is.
For some kind of wall.

A beautiful wall,
So tall, plain, boring big wall,
Blighting the landscape.

Another day dawns bright
Spilling mornings golden light.
Right across the land.

A stone lays so still,
Not daring to move or breathe,
You might think it’s dead.

The coffee cup rolls,
Rocking, back and forth, empty,
Wondering what’s next.

This is so perverse,
Golden Goodbyes to some there,
Most not such rubbish.

Just three years or so,
Then they leave happy and rich,
But cut key projects.

Something that’s troubling,
I don’t understand why though!
Why social divide?

I’m lucky, I know!
Got home, job and family.
I work to keep it.

Bum Hole Bump’s great wall,
The 2 Billion reasons.
Just to question why!

I’m not thinking much,
Reacting more, such a bore.
Time to find the fun!