The Troll from Trondheim
is trampling icy footsteps,
and threatening more.
This is my challenge,
that in just thirty seconds,
to write a haiku.
It got swept away,
the words like breaking waves,
that some so fearsome.
Category: Just for the moment
06-12-22 Word Life
I’m dropping my words,
in a flowing steam below,
so the story flows.
Words fall off the page,
never to be seen again,
along this page line.
Evidence of life,
bubble life in my coffee,
just floating about.
05-12-22 Happening words
What is happening?
It is feeling quiet here;
Is a storm coming?
It’s getting colder,
and the bed is so friendly,
and does keep me warm.
Words have a power,
to inspire and to bring hope,
they just need a voice.
04-12-22 Traffic Lights
The pages lay flat,
and the first scribbled writings,
seem to make them rise.
Night clouds hug the moon,
with brightly lit cloud patterns,
blown by the cold winds.
I got the green light,
but it quickly went amber,
and now it’s just red.
03-12-22 Flat Out
Happenings happen,
and time elusive as ever,
slipping through it all.
The pages lay flat,
and the first scribbled writings,
seem to make them rise.
Scrolling through my phone,
and seeing the different apps,
I think, is that me.
02-12-22 Not touching it
A mist held the sun,
for a moment, suspended,
before it was gone.
I’m not touching it,
my fingers are just looking,
yes, they’re just looking,
The sea brings the chills,
from across the cold North Sea,
and right to our house.
01-12-22 LU Biscuits – Warning
First of December,
and pinch, punch first of the month,
but get in first though.
The day’s simply grey,
not too cold, but never warm,
no rain, but it could.
Beware these biscuits,
eaten plain or dipped in tea,
they taste so dam good.
30-11-22 Stop Start
I have a challenge,
and that is to publish soon,
my delayed first book.
There’s something missing,
the picture is incomplete;
a piece of her heart.
I got the green light,
but it quicker went amber,
and now it’s just red.
29-11-22 With Thanks
The blackbird wonders,
how the moon can seem so close,
and oak trees just are.
I’ve been here awhile,
and many tweets make me smile,
and others helpful.
Here is what is good,
we all pursue happiness,
it’s what we all crave.
28-11-22
The rain’s wet the ground,
and has left a peacefulness,
on the trees around.
A difficult day.
in so many diverse ways,
and remains to stay.
A mournful Monday,
the mists rolled around to play,
at setting the scene.