Haiku Book

I’m on time today,
I must deliver today,
and keep promises.

The fright in my dreams,
fade like fog into the night,
as peaceful sleep comes.

It’s going to end,
that much is sure, I do know,
and so I walk on.

After it is done,
there’s a hollow emptiness,
that hovers awhile.

I’m lighting a fire,
summer nights demand these lights,
for the passing rights.

We travelled back home,
through thunder clouds on the way,
heavy with their rain.

I’m falling a sleep,
into dreams so very deep,
so I’m waking up.

the end is so near,
of something that’s I am sure,
could be anything.

The bubbles will burst,
and fingers will point at them,
where they used to be.

What I’ve forgotten,
a birthday I should recall,
and that easily.

How they don’t reply,
maybe it is a good bye,
or just no reply.

So, we went away,
and with an old friend we stayed,
talking of old times.

A change is needed.
something special, that is good,
to make differences.

It’s Friday, Friday,
one for today and the next,
is for fish and chips.

Does anyone read this?
I know it can be improved,
but that takes effort.

Days need business,
it drives me to do much more,
that any free day.

I need my music,
as it brings a clarity,
through the hectic day.

Futility comes,
creeping in all I’m doing,
asking,, “What’s the point?2

The a song begins,
and drives me to claim success,
and to finish things.

So I will say yes,
to the dreams and the projects,
and feed fully hope.

I have writers block,
and it came as quite a shock,
but the works knock, knock.

I must let them in,
and though they feel so scrambled,
I just write them down.

And in a strange way,
they told a revelation.
that struck at my heart.

Is that religion?
Is there peace in the valley
for me, yes, I pray.

The day’s a scorcher,
the heat is everywhere now,
with no cooling air.

Just had Deja Vu,
so strange, writing the last piece,
and has shaken me.

Now the page is black,
and it stares, glaring at me,
saying, “Write something!”

I pick up my pen,
and it’s poised above the page,
not daring to start.

Covid restrictions,
were lifted they say today,
but what does that mean?

I’m slipping away,
they say it’s the hot weather,
that’s bringing me down.

A bird came today,
and sat on a bush outside,
and chatted away.

I went for a walk,
and felt a sweet breeze, like air,
feeling up my lungs.

Each step that I took,
was like I was walking free,
and across the moon.