Category: Just for the moment

Funny but it’s true,
The moon is with a planet,
High up in the sky.

The day was better,
I got some needed rest too,
And watched a good film.

It’s sad it is gone,
Like many that went before,
Day break and sunset.

It feels very cold,
To my bear feet outside there,
In the cool night air.

Caught in a time walp,
No escape from what’s real,
Unable to feel.

The ceiling is flat,
I lay around on the floor,
What up’s really down.

It is time for bed,
It is time for a coffee,
Or something stronger.

Casting my lot in,
Now that I’m home and got in,
to going to bed.

The trains didn’t come,
And the planes did not fly by,
That single flower.

Heavy clouds float by,
Drifting on the evening breeze,
And blend into night.

The weary one came,
Dragged by the weight of today,
Pulling him down hill.

The water ran fast,
From the tap into the bath,
Feeling the edges.

The summer holds on,
Desperate to warm itself,
For a day or two.

The writing has stalled,
The poems they struggle on,
None with conviction.

The battle lines drawn,
Tell a sorry tale of war,
And their great mistakes.

Where does it all go,
Like water down the drain pipe,
Are hours round the clock.

Father time’s older,
Than he ever was before,
And his beard is white.

The day starts brightly,
The sun shining in a blue sky,
And just like it should.

So, who reads this blog,
This Haiku book of poems,
And my random thoughts?

The clouds were all grey,
Like that all day, with some rain,
That I really like.

Saw the shocking news,
That Chadwick Boseman had died,
A real talent lost.

He’s an example,
Of great, brave, overcoming,
We should remember.

My eyes crave their sleep,
Closing to the midnight hour,
And hurt to open.

The day is now done,
It was work and wasn’t fun,
And now sleep’s calling.

The walls draw closer,
Entrapping the free thinking,
Until it’s echoes.

The walls are shaking,
And cracking with the power,
Of fresh free thinking.