Haiku Book

Somewhere it’s calling,
the rhythms and the music,
it’s hard to ignore.

I like the jazz notes,
the grace and incidental ones,
that do catch my ear.

Try the flattened fifth,
of the dominant seventh,
to transition keys.

For the E seven,
try the G minor sixth chord,
to the B minor.

It’s getter harder,
to wake up in the morning,
and just get going.

The journeys feel hard,
the bus, the train and the tube,
and then back again.

The work’s getting done,
and that can also be fun,
with the right people.

I’m scratching an itch,
to do something different,
and change what I do.

I’m on the look out,
for old coins and things like that,
something to collect.

I don’t collect stamps,
never have and never will,
just a big fiddle.

Those things come and go,
though I do have some to show,
that are on the wall.

I’m saving pennies,
all the new ones and old ones,
and whatever else.

Could it be finer,
than a steak in a diner,
and good company.

It’s burger and fries,
and I am telling no lies,
when I’m on the road.

A little ice cream,
will remind me of a dream,
that tasted so good.

A small bag of crisps.
crinkle cut and so tasty,
but go too quickly.

The clocks all went back,
and for a hour we lost them,
until they returned.

Nothing had changed there,
just some time and more coffee,
and then it was gone.

I should have changed then,
wrote that song that really sings,
or a book they read.

But I did nothing,
but sit and watch the rain fall,
and drink more coffee.

The ripple were felt,
ripples of delay they came,
prolonging the day.

It is over now,
and the days will continue,
like nothing happened.

But we know it did,
and that hour will be treasured,
as a change in time.

Saturday today,
under the weather a bit,
but is was raining.

I went out shopping,
and I bought so many things,
some I didn’t need.

I like when it rains,
to walk out and feel it fall,
and its wet coldness.

I built up my gym,
got a rowing machine now,
and will row away.

Music is my thing
and I like the sound of that,
‘my thing’, that sounds cool.

Humour is allowed,
jokes can be a load of laughs,
and comedy’s fine.

The night is cloudy,
and the moon hides and waits,
to peep out unseen,

The new crescent moon,
it a wonder to behold,
and harder to catch.

The full moon will brag,
in a clear and cloudless sky,
and stand out boldly.

It is feeling right,
getting things sorted just now,
and finding the flow.

It is like a tide,
that pulls and pushes on me.
trying to sway me.

More like a river,
that flows strong and very deep,
so I can’t stand up.

A steam it is not,
that flows gentle and not fast,
but is refreshing.

I am catching up,
I got behind with it all.
I was so busy.

There’s always things there,
that need doing or fixing,
or fixing to do.

I’m scratching an itch,
and getting into trouble,
but I can not stop.

The rest’s history,
or her story, or it’s theirs,
someone must own it.

A trick of the hand,
one moment it’s there, then gone,
just to reappear,

Travel is out now,
that is good and much better,
getting out places.

I am fortunate,
I count the things that I have,
and I’ve got a lot.

A pen and a book,
and my words to freely write,
and share as I like.

That’s a world to me,
a place for some to enjoy,
and share the words.