Month: January 2020

Uber this and that,
Under these and those again,
What a day it’s been.

The evening was clear,
Not a single cloud in sight,
The sun set calmly.

Will it go on now,
The challenge that started it,
And grow something great.

The weekend’s busy,
With fifteen of this and that,
And must wipe my feet.

That Friday feeling,
Not so busy,
Weekend soon,
And time to relax.

The book needs more work,
Updates and rearranging,
But I’m getting there.

The rain is falling,
Grabbing leaves and falling off,
In big wet droplets.

Waiting for something,
It is tough and frustrating,
Just expecting it.

Will you buy the book?
It’s packed with funny Haiku,
On this and that stuff.

This stuff is easy,
But that stuff is much harder,
Plain stuff is boring.

Had a writing day,
No mobile,
Pen and paper,
And my restless thoughts.

I’m travelling on,
Here, there and everywhere,
The roads less travelled.

The moon follows me,
There through clear or cloudy skies,
Waxing and waning.

The morning air’s cool,
The weather’s feeling guilty,
For its storm last night.

The trains are ready,
Back in force,
“We’re okay!”
It laughs, “We’re on time!”

The full moon passed by,
Without any strange happ’nings,
And no lunatics.

Reviewing my books,
Getting back on track I think,
At least there’s a plan.

Back to the work week,
Others’ wants and needs to fix,
Or do, or something.

My car is kaput,
So tried to book an Uber,
Accept and cancel!

It made Sunday good,
One less thing to have to do,
Useful times too few.

It is my rest day,
Friday’s over, recover,
Restore and relax.

There’s always something,
Must do this and must do that,
Have a cup of tea.

I know it is late,
But I took Christmas things down,
And packed that away.

We’re back in the swing,
Of the full week daily toil,
And in full training.

The car is now gone,
It was gone when I got home,
Last night, it felt strange.

The train’s not busy,
It’s clear some like Friday off,
Suits me! Suits me fine.