Haiku Book

I couldn’t help it,
I was away, out of touch,
and enjoying it.

It had its moments,
some were fun and others not,
but it was so hot.

I didn’t do much,
cut my nails and caught a bug,
and looked at the moon.

Nothing seems the same
as I’m moving through each day,
where will this bridge end.

Back from holidays,
it was an experience,
and one to forget.

The time has just flown,
it faithfully kept going,
and completely gone.

I think I’m lucky,
in a number of good ways,
and some in bad ways

The snow and the rain,
has come over the last week,
while I was away.

They busy around,
doing this and doing that,
all my friendly ants.

He’s biding his time,
waiting for that time to drink,
his cola myself.

The sky gave a show,
of lightning through the nights clouds,
quite a spectical.

She’s blowing bubbles,
that all drift down the stairwell,
and catching sunlight.

A hard decision,
came to my mind for awhile,
as it was a fear.

The plate is empty,
the knife and fork are arranged,
to say I’ve finished.

It must be just so,
she says with authority,
that makes him listen.

The door half open,
waits for a strong gust of wind,
to blow it shut closed.

The flickering lights,
across the harbours water,
ride the in bound waves.

The view from the top,
presents a picture postcard,
that i have to buy.

Work is far away,
at least it’s in the bedroom,
and under the bed.

The way that she speaks,
with her certain calm turn of phrase,
that makes me listen.

That is the wrong way.
We turn around and head back,
but we miss the turn.

Roast chicken and rice,
with a cold can of cola,
that I have to share.

Sisters are talking,
it is best not to intrude,
but I listen in.

A breeze through the door,
is most welcome about now;
It won’t disappoint.

The world spinning round,
is making hardly a sound,
just saying save me.

Say eh yeh yah yah,
or it was something like that,
ringing in my ears.

Waiting for a pooh,
someone esle has got the loo,
and the door is locked.

My dinner’s waiting,
I didn’t know, now it’s cold,
good thing it’s salad.

The sun’s settling down,
behind the trees in glory,
lighting up the clouds.

The room grows dimmer,
as the sun’s disappearing,
and the evening comes.

As the evening comes,
there’s a special kind of light,
that resonates calm.

Downloading photos,
wating for it to connect,
then magic happens.

The day was busy,
and the meetings just went on,
until they just stopped.

The train was relaxed,
Friday feelings start early,
so I had two seats.

I’ve got a feeling,
that something is happening,
but there is a lot.

Fish and chip no sauce,
I just wanted it as it was,
and did enjoy it.

Sun through the window,
casts its shadows round the room,
and bringing me peace.

Dust hangs suspended,
like it dancing on the light,
and gently falling.

Cobwebs in sunlight,
glisten like silk in the breeze,
but their hosts have gone.

The sun will dazzle,
when it does catch you and quick,
you close your eyes fast.