Thoughts - Haiku Book

Friday 03/05/19

The rare lesser blue,
A griffin, puffing, dragon,
Here’s my rough sketch.

I didn’t have long,
It came and then it was gone.
But was really blue.

Springtime is the best,
To find these fairy flowers,
Growing in the woods.

At night they can glow,
In a group be quite a show,
Here is a taster!

Strange pink flowers grow,
Through the multi-green leafed plants.
Rarely seen these days.

Such a rare delight,
To spot and capture these here,
These springtime beauties.

What a day it is!
Yes, it has all the makings,
Of a super day.

It’s the way it is,
The certain way the light falls,
That’s something special!

He hid the design,
Of St Paul’s as it was built.
We like it alot.

How many were lost?
Wren churches in the air raids.
Seems, most were rebuilt.

But Gray Friars Church,
Remains just as just a spire
And two walls, so good.

Poor Conservatives,
A sorry Tory story,
Polls show poor results.

Vote blue and go green?
Or, vote blue if you see red?
Or, just the plain blues!

It’s warmer today,
There is a real buzz in the air,
Or is it a bee!

Escaping by train,
London dissappearing now,
Seen through sleepy eyes.

Blue door left open,
The stairs are so inviting!
I stand there outside.

Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.

I had always thought,
That Scott Joplin worked alone.
And he did mostly.

Syncopated tunes,
One took seventy two years,
To be recognised.

The Entertainer,
Found in a film by this name,
I know yiu know it!

Capturing Buildings,
In a good light, looking right,
It’s so calm and blue.

Ev’rything changes,
Lasts for a while, then changes,
I think it’s the light.