We salute you all,
On V.E. day, we recall,
Your great sacrifice.
And my great uncles,
Lost youths in distant battles
I never met them.
The ones that returned,
Didn’t speak or wouldn’t speak,
Of their time at war.
So we salute you,
All you brave ones everywhere,
Fighting for freedom.
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
Thurs 07/05/20 Lock down
The spring days are here,
Warm and lush they’re blossoming,
Green jubilation.
Lock down frenzy still,
Don’t go out unless there’s need,
To get food to eat.
The grass grows longer,
Sprouting shoots with long, long blades,
That must be cut down.
Weds 06/05/20 Time, frogs and leaves
Time slips by quickly,
A river running quicker,
As each day goes by.
The frog by the pond,
Waits and watches patiently,
Then the fly is gone.
The leaf let the rain,
Run along and off its greenness,
To the path below.
Tues 05/05/20 The Setting Sun
The sun glints and shines,
Reflecting through the window,
With it shards of light.
Slowly it goes down,
Behind the trees it settles,
And then goes asleep.
Monkeys came today,
At least one, pulling things out,
One or many times.
Mon 04/05/20 Not A Lot
I did not a lot,
Yes work, but no proper work,
Just online meetings.
A funny place here,
Life between reality,
And virtual life.
The yellow ball bounced,
Easy and without effort,
And getting quieter.
Sun 03/05/20 Eggs, Noise and Dream
Out to buy some eggs,
Lucky too, I did get some,
And enjoyed the stroll.
There’s noise from outside,
The clatter of a tail gate,
And peoples voices.
Sunday morning wakes,
Crying baby can be heard,
Or, is that a dream!
Sat 02/05/20 Late Blue Roam
Let’s go for a walk,
Then the phone rang, and she talked,
Until it was late.
The clouds shaped up fine,
And in cool splendour floated,
Across the blue sky.
I wonder, ‘if’, now,
If I could get out and roam,
Where would I go to?
Friday 01/05/20 What Friday thought
Friday was sulking,
The weather off beat and cold,
With a little rain.
Friday wanted more,
Lots more blue sky and sunshine,
But is never came.
Thursday 30/04/20
The end of the month,
A whole month of lock down fun,
And working from home.
Has it helped me work,
Yes for work, no for writing.
It’s hard to find time.
Weds 29/04/20
The tapping taps on,
A tired rhythm that annoys,
And then fades away.
The book lay open,
The top pages move slightly,
With the morning breeze.