Things can get better,
You need to start with yourself,
Who then, unless you.
The light’s streaming through,
And new life suddenly grew,
Filling emptiness.
Author: Pontvert
I am just having some fun and exploring my creative side and also disciplining myself to do something every day. I like a challenge, and if you have a haiku project for me please let me know, igl @haikubook.co.uk
Mon 15-06-20 Darkness
These are my strange days,
With things left unsaid or lost,
To brood in darkness.
The light seldom shines,
In the depths of a deep heart,
Closed to the daylight.
Sun 14-06-20 Unclear Jam
There’s a distant call,
Familiar but unclear,
I heard it before.
Today’s spanning out,
Lets me do what I need to,
If I am careful.
Uneasy feelings,
Cover me like jam on bread,
Adds a little weight.
Sat 13/06/20 Doubt stairs are complete
A great day, no doubt,
For adventure and get out,
But I didn’t go.
I climbed up the stairs,
And must have done, forty times,
Chasing a monkey.
I was dressed in black,
Completely black, head to toe,
Except for my hair.
Friday 12-06-20 Coffee, doctor and lost
Up at the same time,
With coffee and breakfast too,
Then off to my work.
And the doctor said,
No more jumping on the bed,
Three little monkeys!
I am feeling lost,
My direction is unknown,
Sometimes I go round.
Thurs 11-06-20 Noise, ticking here.
I want to get out,
Make some noise and even shout,
Let them know I’m here.
The time is ticking,
And the season moves on through,
Completing the year.
Rude awakening,
Left me reeling, falling down,
On the solid ground.
Weds 10-06-20 Grass, breeze and waxing
The sun’s out today,
The grass is cut and hooray!
That is good for now.
The breeze is welcome,
Through my one open window,
That’s enough for me.
I’ve cabin fever,
Lock down lunacy set in,
And the moon’s waxing.
Tues 09-06-20 Dull date things
A date from the past,
Relevance now forgotten,
But tinged with sorrow.
The outside is dull,
Grey and no warm welcome there,
So I stay inside.
The things I must do,
Keep piling up and higher,
And dragging me down
Mon 08-06-20 Cool summer play
The days are cooler,
And the light is different,
The shadows are dull.
Summer in on hold,
You’re not required, it is told,
I didn’t say that!
The clouds play some games,
Sometimes high streaking the sky,
Or low and puffy.
Sun 07-06-20
The days go faster,
But they are not called ‘Fastdays’,
That makes me hungry.
It’s not about fans,
Or number of hits or likes,
It’s just for some fun.
The circle centre,
And the square in the middle,
How did it get there.