Haiku Book

I am vlogging it,
it’s like speaking to a box,
except it’s phone.

The sun set later,
and hid when it should have shined,
as clouds crowded in.

It is something new,
I felt I must try it now,
and so it begins.

The clock does not work,
though I’ve cleaned and cared for it,
there is still no tick.

The wind outside howls,
or whistles around the house;
quite entertaining.

The grey clouds parted,
just long enough to allow,
the sun to peek through.

I’m crafting the words,
like pieces of wood or steel,
but they are alive.

Walking cobbled streets,
the rain runs along the cracks,
like so many streams.

The shopping is done,
Amazon order picked up,
and before midday.

I’m keeping it real,
only doing what I feel,
and comes from the heart.

The wintery trees,
shiver in the icy wind,
but ready for spring.

The cherry blossoms,
keep peeking for budding time,
to let the blooms shine.

It’s windy, windy,
was it something that I ate,
or just the weather.

The wind is blowing,
and my dust bin has just bin,
bouncing down the road.

The day is blowing up,
in a lovely windy way,
that’s driving the clouds.

I need my music,
silence is not good at all,
bring on the great songs.

Here’s an after thought,  the moon is looking so good, a real stand out orb.

 

In London today,
the Central Line was crowded.
but I did get on.

Running for the tube,
and running for the train home,
and falling asleep.

The day’s beaten me, and I feel it heavy too, weighing me down too.

The train ran on time, the bus also came on time, so waiting was fun.

I try to explain,
the laws of physics are real,
even on water.

The clouded moon shine,
like light through a thick white clothe,
there but not really.

Blondie is singing, an all time favourite too, so take a listen.

The word are flowing, like a fast flowing word river, washing away stops.

I enjoy walking,
especially in London;
why take a slow bus?

Walking London streets,
and I find I’m not a lone,
walking in the rain.

The wet pavements shine,
in the street lights, and car lights,
a street side light show.

The Central Line tube,
was packed like sardines today,
and that’s how it smelled.

I thought I’d fine it,
that poor lost twenty pound note,
so I could treat me.

The lights flickering,
on the wet pavements tonight,
gave a light display.

Do not read this blog,
or even ever look at it,
just leave me in peace.

Happy Valentines,
I hope you got that love note,
flowers and a kiss.

Tube fare increases,
are not fair to everyone,
that includes myself.

Strange dreams haunt my sleep,
with interconnected scenes,
that seem to make sense.

Toast
Golden brown to burnt,
and butter apply quickly,
whilst it is still hot.

My coffee is cold,
it tastes fine but better hot,
then it has a kick.

Some say, ‘Don’t grow up,’
but I jumped in, and can say,
‘that it is a trap!’

I tread carefully,
across the scattered corn flakes,
decorating the floor.

Strange things do happen,
on my computer each day,
but it isn’t bugged.

I sit here writing,
and let the keyboard guide me:
I just want coffee.

No photos today,
the rain fell and kept falling
but no puddle pics.

The cold nipped my ears,
on my walk through the forest,
but made my nose run.

The ground under foot,
was cold, wet and slippery,
and my feet complained.

The path lead me on,
down past the old mills chimney,
where it’s shadow lay.

The bells rang tonight,
and only heard by the few,
that walk at midnight.

The day trickled by,
like a peaceful springtime stream,
that keeps passing by.