Category: Just for the moment

I am up to bat,
It’s a sticky wicket too,
And a fast bowler.

I’m playing the game,
Knocking it low to covers,
And one or two swings.

Well is started fine,
With no upsets or trouble,
And set my own pace.

The moon now is back,
Ascending in its circuit,
Venus too, is there.

Tip toe, tip-a- toe,
Gently, gently, here we go,
Where we go, I know.

What a show, I know,
What I like and what is fun,
I know a good show.

The beetles are back,
Hug the walls and scurry back,
What they think they’re seen.

The drip of the tap,
Tapping out each dripping drop,
The drip drops don’t stop.

In the Tweeter world,
I try to get followers,
With my Haiku tweets.

What flavour’s a Tweet,
Is it tasty, maybe sweet,
Maybe bitter sweet.

Got it done and out,
I’m so please that I could shout,
Now back to real work.

The days are quite dull,
For the summer time I mean,
The sun’s hardly seen.

Tiredness consumes me,
Takes the essential essence,
And makes it heavy.

In double lock down,
Stuck at home with much to do,
No online meetings.

Line by line I move,
Music’s giving me my groove,
As I complete it.

The puzzle is good,
They say grey, but mean yellow,
I just keep it blue.

Meeting tedium,
Chatter matters it seems now,
But I crave it’s end.

The journey was hell,
No coffee could assage it,
The trip down the stairs.

The book is waiting,
It talks about it’s ending,
And it started bad.

It’s too critical,
It has a life of it’s own,
That I must rein in.