Author: Pontvert

I’m sitting outside,
and the breeze feels different,
so fresh and cooling.

My notebook to hand,
I scribble notes like secrets,
and they try to see.

It is lunchtime now,
and i get a bowl of soup,
and a little bread.

Day two of away,
and it’s feeling good today,
now i want to stay.

The scene i can see,
is the land of hills far off,
and one snow covered.

Across the water,
maybe a mile, it’s not more,
from this small island.

Time and time again,
I tell myself I’m lucky,
and i guess I am.

The midnight hour comes,
and darkness invades the sky,
and the moon’s lonely.

The trouble with truth,
is that few want to hear it,
nor can they speak it.

Early morning start,
all our bags are package and locked;
the taxi’s waiting.

Frustrations abound,
and silly delays are found,
so, dissapointing.

Finding ways around,
RyanAir’s unfair treatment,
and took EasyJet.

Car race past outside,
this way and the other way,
all going somewhere.

Those little blessings,
that come unexpectantly,
and bring a good change.

Time and time again,
to tell myself, “Be happy”,
And be grateful too.

Tennis and shopping,
double journeys this morning,
and done before lunch.

I have a desire,
to play music really well,
and just let it flow.

There’s an heavy weight,
on my head and my shoulders,
that needs to be gone.

Now it is Friday,
and Monday holds time away;
somewhere nice to stay.

Work is finished now,
and the laptop closes down,
like some useless thing.

Music’s cascading,
through my mind like falling rain,
soaking me in peace.

It is a thirst day,
I missed my morning coffee,
and some after that.

The train came homeward,
as close as it would this time,
so I took a bus.

I know I far off,
far from a daily haiku,
and this is catch up.

I keep a notebook,
and scribble bits and bobs there,
of which I do care.

There’s notes on music,
artwork and photography,
and haiku poems.

It’s midway through now,
and all downhill from the top,
and a lot quicker.

The evening draws in,
lighter longer that before,
and birds sing longer.

I do watch the moon,
and feel an affinity,
here with mother earth.

The prices in shops,
that appear to rise each week,
and the shop’s longer.