Author: Pontvert

Running for the train,
Along the dark paths in the rain,
I jumped in….. made it.

Collecting my thoughts,
What do I keep them all in?
And some have escaped!

Rattled and ratty,
I miss opportunities,
There in front of me.

The train is delayed,
Slowly travels, the time fades,
Constantly away.

Finally reached it,
Things could, should and then might change,
See a difference?

Moon is one percent,
Clouds obscure this whispy moon,
But it’s really there.

Could I sell this blog,
I wonder at times,
Just asking,
What’s your best offer?

The book is out soon,
Pre-order your copy now,
A first edition.

The mobile was down,
Taking a rest,
To be the best,
For Monday morning.

Catching up here now,
While I wait for me dinner,
I was the dishes.

The atmosphere’s right,
For testing my new sound bites,
Where no one can hear.

The light’s also good,
For testing the optic fan,
And see where shards go.

The time is so right,
Ticking patiently onwards
Always right on time.

Well, Friday is here,
Too soon but very welcome,
In this busy week.

The news is a blast,
Not real news,
Just rubbish stuff,
We’re living a lie.

What is on my mind,
I wonder sometimes for sure,
Then I remember.

It isn’t much though
A haiku here and then there,
My pencil’s working.

The sky’s streaked orange,
On mornings eastern skyline.
It’s a lovely sight.

The sky’s baby blue,
Soft and easy, embracing,
Welcoming this day.

I found my black pen,
Under my chair,
In plain sight,
It writes so freely.

Ode to a hedgehog,
My dear small prickly creature,
I miss you – come back