Month: January 2020

There are politics,
Among the loose lunatics,
Which way do they go?

The dawn is repressed,
The weight of night still heavy,
But it’s getting light.

No pond or lone frog,
No breeze on the still water,
Just words on a page.

Scribbles in wet sand,
Before the water rises,
Gone, not forgotten.

Updates and edits,
Changes to make,
Going well,
Just alot to do.

The morning train waits,
Giving time to do more now,
And collect my thoughts.

The dawn slowly creeps,
Up over the dark night sky,
Bringing it colours.

Did you see it play,
I’m not sure if it will stay,
It looks okay though.

I’m trying new things,
Seeing photos don’t stick here,
Not sure why that is.

It’s 2020,
So things are going to change,
All for the better.

Here’s a video,
That’s promoting the new book.
We hope you like it!

The wheels on the bus,
Go round so slow,
But go round,
But, only sometimes.

I writing the book,
An A6 mini black book,
And full of Haiku.

Back to work today,
6am and early train,
It is dark outside.

There are things to like,
The journey is good, the walks,
And, yes getting home.

The fireworks went bang,
With a whizz and sparkle show,
Then a black night sky.

A quiet party,
Now, can there be such a thing?
And bed before 3.

I planned to sleep late,
Forget get all the work plans,
Watch a film or two.