I’m taking a trip,
on the Elisabeth Line,
and going to work.
I got up today,
and the day drifted away,
leaving me timeless.
Music transports me,
taking me to times long gone,
but refreshed again.
A minor is cool,
and then C the D minor,
resolve to a G.
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
07-11-22 Friends
Do not fear changes,
rather fear staying the same;
a tree grows with change.
I must start running,
but really running, not jogging,
like at seventeen.
Get one or two friends,
that you can really count on;
just one’s a blessing.
06/11/22 Wet enjoyment
The things you enjoy,
go and enjoy one right now;
there’s no better time.
The rain is falling,
with a steady down pouring,
and pitter patter.
Early afternoon,
and relaxing with some friends,
playing some music.
05/04/22 Run, run run
The book lays open,
and turned to a certain page,
the words plain to see.
How a word’s written,
will tell how that swordsman works,
and what to expect.
I must start running,
but really running, not jogging,
like at seventeen.
04/11/22 Liar Gaps
A cold misty moon,
seems to shiver a little,
in Autumns’ night sky.
There’s often a gap,
twixt intention and action,
that performers miss.
I do not tell lies,
and if I did, would I tell,
for I’m a liar.
03/11/22 Well friend
A friend takes our hand,
and reminds we’re not alone,
along the journey.
A leader’s someone,
that knows the way, goes the way,
and will show the way.
Such a busy day,
bouncing about, back and forth,
between this and that.
Chapter one starts well,
and that descends rapidly,
to a deep dead end.
02/11/22 Circumventing
I’m tired today,
and over did it yesterday,
now today suffers.
Here’s Matthew Flinders;
sailed around Australia
with his cat called Trim.
I mixed emotions,
and maybe this, even that,
but no what I want,
01/11/22 Wet London
Places in London,
and that hide down a turning,
even when it’s wet.
Singability,
is the difference between,
poems and lyrics.
I got wet and cold,
down there in London today,
and with train problems.
I’m holding my mug,
between my hands keeping warm,
with steaming coffee.
31-10-22 Winners
Poems for the eye,
and song lyrics for the ear;
both touch heart and mind.
The rain gently falls,
and with it comes Autumn leaves,
falling from the trees.
Am I a winner?
Sometimes I like to think so,
and sometimes I am.
30-10-22 Morning News
I count the sunsets,
and the sun rise every dawn;
they keep time so well.
I woke up early,
or so I thought, then I found,
the clocks had gone back.
This morning was fun,
as I did get something done,
and closed a chapter.