Month: December 2022

It was go, go go,
go here, go there, go somewhere,
and then back again.

The forecast are bad,
for travel today they say,
but the roads were clear.

It’s good to relax,
with chill out and watch tele,
and a football match.

The Troll from Trondheim
is trampling icy footsteps,
and threatening more.

This is my challenge,
that in just thirty seconds,
to write a haiku.

It got swept away,
the words like breaking waves,
that some so fearsome.

I’m dropping my words,
in a flowing steam below,
so the story flows.

Words fall off the page,
never to be seen again,
along this page line.

Evidence of life,
bubble life in my coffee,
just floating about.

What is happening?
It is feeling quiet here;
Is a storm coming?

It’s getting colder,
and the bed is so friendly,
and does keep me warm.

Words have a power,
to inspire and to bring hope,
they just need a voice.

The pages lay flat,
and the first scribbled writings,
seem to make them rise.

Night clouds hug the moon,
with brightly lit cloud patterns,
blown by the cold winds.

I got the green light,
but it quickly went amber,
and now it’s just red.

Happenings happen,
and time elusive as ever,
slipping through it all.

The pages lay flat,
and the first scribbled writings,
seem to make them rise.

Scrolling through my phone,
and seeing the different apps,
I think, is that me.