Author: Pontvert

I lay just watching,
The ceiling over my head,
As the shadows move.

What time is it now?
Ten past five and the sun’s bright,
I go back to sleep.

The day trickled on,
Flowing but never mighty,
Just enough to flow.

Well, July is gone,
Just going too fast to see,
And August is here.

The pathway ahead,
A sea of green and yellow,
Blending into calm.

I’m far out to sea,
Baton down the hatches quick,
And it’s dive, dive, dive!

Safe under water,
We listen for any sounds,
Before we move on.

I docked that evening,
The setting sun on the sea,
Washed in golden light.

The day’s fully booked,
Hook, line and sinker taken,
Nothing left to give.

I used to have fun,
Travelled to far off places,
And played my guitar.

I am up to bat,
It’s a sticky wicket too,
And a fast bowler.

I’m playing the game,
Knocking it low to covers,
And one or two swings.

Well is started fine,
With no upsets or trouble,
And set my own pace.

The moon now is back,
Ascending in its circuit,
Venus too, is there.

Tip toe, tip-a- toe,
Gently, gently, here we go,
Where we go, I know.

What a show, I know,
What I like and what is fun,
I know a good show.

The beetles are back,
Hug the walls and scurry back,
What they think they’re seen.

The drip of the tap,
Tapping out each dripping drop,
The drip drops don’t stop.

In the Tweeter world,
I try to get followers,
With my Haiku tweets.

What flavour’s a Tweet,
Is it tasty, maybe sweet,
Maybe bitter sweet.