all my hidden thoughts,
intentions, dressed up fancy
*
if I make it french
will it be fancy instead?
“arrière-pensée!”
hmm, it sounds more like ballet
than scheming and treachery
... and occasional Tanka... and Haibun. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see #1 and #2). Mostly actually senryu, I think. This year attempting to publish a Haiku every day - 365 Haiku a Day. For good or for ill, I always aim to stick rigidly to a 5-7-5 structure - forgive me if I have counted the syllables wrong, often they are how I have said, or thought, them in my head rather than their official number.
all my hidden thoughts,
intentions, dressed up fancy
*
if I make it french
will it be fancy instead?
“arrière-pensée!”
hmm, it sounds more like ballet
than scheming and treachery
a quiet morning
trying silent recycling.
but it's just so hard -
the paper is no problem,
but my god, the tins! the tins!
the sound of the stream
amplified by its steep banks -
it hardly seems real.
or is this the modern way -
disbelieve reality.
show the world what you
see, expose what should be seen
by those who would pay
and to those who can change it
and keep it changed forever
i just went there once
Kennedy’s for fish and chips
shall I tonight then?
and rid me of that mem’ry
too for it was a shit day
potatoes roasting
the fat bubbling, crisping,
making them crunchy
(and the smell as they get close
and the taste as they go in)
crescent moon and star
hang high above the houses
extra bright tonight
(actually it was Venus)
(should have used an app to check)
letting the breeze in
through thin clothes to blow coldly
over your hot skin’s
like inviting a lover
to relieve the ache inside
the dandelion:
time piece and love predictor?
all in just one plant?
no, the latter is daisies -
i can’t just ignore that now.
thunder born in spring
is a fresh newborn thunder -
it makes us smile.
(bizarre nonsense written to
fill the syllable count up).
looking down the list
i see the phrase heat shimmer
and i remember
i saw one at the weekend
but where and when i’m not sure
this is not one thing
or the other, ‘snot static,
spring melancholy.
this is weather dependant,
this is very changeable.
#904
why'm i so awkward
and what is this barrier
between me and them?
#34
how does it happen?
how can people just talk, talk
when they've never met?
why have i a barrier
up against these normal things?
#905
time alone is gold
but time alone makes me meek
when I should be bold
#906
stand back, people watch
find a certain comfort in
all my discomfort
#907
in the quiet space
i can just sit and be me
forget my worry
#908
(is it bad or not
that i don't want to talk or
even interact?)
#909
and then you do it.
you talk to a stranger and
you thaw a little.
#910
the relief when the
automatic lights are off
in the men's toilets
#911
too tired for the
last session of the two days.
i’ll try art instead…
#912
days later and i’m
reflecting on what that was,
planning the next one.
like the swimming pool
Coventry Station is still
stuck in the sixties
delightfully so and still
the same after twenty years
when the air is cold,
your face feels like a fridge and
your fingers ice poles:
do not despair and shed tears,
find the one who’ll give you warmth.
the annual quest
of searching for plum blossoms
in the calm before
the cherry storms of people
come to flood our peaceful groves
i can’t walk too well
but i can sink under and
i can fly as well -
underwater you wouldn’t
believe my fluid displays
futon in winter
more quilts above than below
my night-time cocoon
waking each morning anew
fresh for at least one hour
there is more that is
not us than there is that is
us : we must take care
of each other and the world
around us : love all neighbours
have you felt the rush,
the tea-coffee-caffeine rush?
the daily races
and the fight against drinking
too much: take corners slowly