As complex as simple is.
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The wind blows outside,
But the sun is still shining,
Lighting the swaying grass.
To publish is much,
I’ll need to think about this,
It is worth doing?
Can Haikus be fun?
Can they be used in much stuff?
Maybe just a fad.
It is just for fun
One a day Haiku, that’s it!
My daily challenge.
Three things I must do,
Read three chapters, write my book,
And upload my blog.
There’s alot to do,
The sun got the jump on me,
Left me standing still.
Amazing February,
The warmest day on record!
What will today bring?
The book will come out,
November 19, I think.
Still away to go.
Got up late today
And 9 am came early.
Need to have some rest.
It has been busy
At work, the pressure is on.
Ploughing through it though.
Will I write this book?
I think I shall, day by day.
But will it be good?
I think some pictures,
Will be needed to help it.
I’ve some ideas.
Sunday goes quickly,
Monday looms a night away,
Still got this evening.
Thinking about it,
Writing a book or something,
One page at a time.
I went for a walk,
Took photos of the sunset,
Through the misty trees.
Listen to Chopin,
Nocturnes op. 9 number 2
Keeps me note hanging.
The time slips away,
Quickly hours turn into days,
I mark the moments.
Marking the moments,
With the things that I do and say,
the challenge – a book!
The day starts quiet,
Cup of tea and newspapers,
They begin to wake.
Put the world on pause,
We do like to kid ourselves,
Safely far away.
What will change for good,
In the year to come, I ask.
I focus on myself.
We can’t change others,
But we can sure change ourselves,
Make a difference.
It is good to think,
And wonder what you’d do then,
If you had a chance.
Time now races on,
Challenging all to catch up,
Use well don’t waste it.
Finally, I rest,
A while to collect my thoughts,
Write them in my book.
A wet rainy day,
The kettle has boiled for tea,
Time to enjoy it.
The CIA came,
Took more boxes and swept up,
Not sure what they want.
Got back to my book,
I’m Working through the sections,
Checking every line.
Old songs lay scattered,
Waiting to be played and sung,
They need a purpose.
I write for myself,
I’m just out here exploring,
I find it such fun.
So give it a go,
And watch, your few poems grow,
Into your own book.