The rain has stopped play,
the green has been abandoned,
and covers brought out.
A sticky wicket,
with no six, the ball won’t bounce,
four its over now.
I have been caught out,
I was beating well I thought,
then went for a six.
I am keeping score,
with my floppy hat and shade,
sat in a deck chair.
Category: Haiku Book
The book is one of the main themes of this site. I sometimes ramble on in Haiku poems of my hope and desire to complete a Haiku Book with some pictures in it. I like pictures!
Monday 05/10/20 Working out
I can’t believe it,
Just one day back at my job.
And I’m exhausted.
Don’t over promise,
And don’t under deliver,
Do the best you can.
Chasing the blue lines,
Of the ruled notebook I use,
Words filling those lines.
Funny how it falls, the old mug as hits the ground, twists strangly then breaks.
Music does help me, relaxes me and cools me off, lost in random songs.
Sun 04/10/20
A rainy Sunday,
I get another coffee,
And the newspaper.
The work week’s loaming,
And I know there’s much to do,
One day at a time.
The rain drips outside,
And trickles down the window,
And strangely soothing.
The blocks, block me in, and restrain my written words, to standard size blocks.
The pen’s mightier, than the sword or the blogs blocks, here’s to breaking out!
Sun 27/09/20
Sunday morning chores,
As the family still snores,
And I’ll bang some doors.
The book is back on,
But so much to work through now,
More material though.
Cleaning up my place,
Giving order and a clean face,
Better now for sure.
The rain down the pane,
Trickles meanderingly,
In it silent streams.
The clouds fill the sky,
And without definition,
And no sight of sun.
Sun 20-09-20 Moon works
It’s work tomorrow,
Still at home and I don’t mind.
Just a lot to do.
It’s a new moon phase,
Hardly noticeable there,
High in the night sky.
I like the autumn,
Changing colours, misty scenes,
And can be sunny.
The challenge is work,
The balance with book to write,
And the other things.
Weds 03-06-20 Distorted Reality
The days are the same,
Each blending to the next day,
Displacing the time.
Perceptions array.
I’m looking through a mirror,
With no reflection.
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.
Sat 22/02/20
What the barman saw,
Under the bar last evening,
Is something so gross!
Maybe, it is now,
And maybe it ain’t. We’ll see!
When we go under.
The darkness surrounds,
Closing in like a thick fog,
Chilling to the bone.
There’s a quietness,
Eerie and haunting down there,
Like a dripping tap.
And so we returned,
And pledged to not speak a word,
Of what we saw there.
To be continued…….
Tuesday 03/12/19
It is a Tuesday,
News day,
Blues day,
And choose day,
The third one for me!
I’m using the time,
I’m writing my book and blog now,
And using it well.
Saturday 30/11/19 Two more
Here’s two more Haiku,
Grammatically incorrect,
But I’m loving it.
I’m avoiding work,
Thinking of what I can write,
It isn’t work yet.