A haiku a day...

Vendredi

As the lillies wilt,

their petals quietly fall,

I know how they feel.

Samedi

Here, amongst the green,

on thistle spikes, hornets hum

a dangerous dirge.

Dimanche

Refreshing ocean

cools my pale English skin, wave

after wave roars in.

Lundi

A daily ritual:

swinging creaky shutters shut

to silence night noise.

Mardi

The warm breeze whispers

unintelligible thoughts

as I wander home.

Mercredi

As we lick ice-cream,

across the square, over there

a man plays with fire.

Jeudi

Frightened, I drag a

chair outside, take up refuge

on the terrace, hide.

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A haiku a day....

Here are my little word snippets from the last week...

Vendredi 

Unbelievable 

sky, crazy backdrop to our

happy fountain splash.

Samedi

Dappled light, green grass,

the pop of corks, a tiny

corner of heaven.

 

Dimanche

Cool liquid amber,

refreshing in the hot sun,

after park picnics.

 

Lundi

Same song, months apart,

in parallel we listen,

as the lark ascends.

 

Mardi

I awake to rain

glad about the gloominess,

as my nightmares wane.

 

Mercredi

Sticky air cooks up

cranky moods, we stumble out,

into an oven.

Jeudi

Bagpipes bellow out

Scottish songs on this French night,

Fête de la musique.

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A haiku a day...

Friday

We gather around

this table, share ourselves, eat,

become family.

Saturday

Happy tears burst out,

a moment of change and love,

bright happy morning.

Sunday

The giant sky looms,

bright over the open road,

which leads me somewhere.

 

Monday

Take me in your arms,

I'm home after many miles,

smiles, tears and journeys.

Tuesday

My inner vortex 

swirls still, as my head catches

up with my footsteps.

Wednesday

Back on a bike I

zoom along again, finding

the right momentum.

Thursday

In the perfect square,

I brush shoulders with Nancy,

my inspiration.

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A haiku a day...

This week it seems I'm in the mood to write about the weather. Wet, thundery, stormy, cloudy, moody weather. Funny how a theme emerged in these syllabic snippets.... 

 

Friday

Sangria, flowers

a terrace chat in the heat,

As evening arrives.

Saturday

Finally thunder:

the drumming of a rainstorm

makes me want to dance.

Sunday

We poke our heads out

Kiss the raindrops, sniff zee fleurs,

Ridiculous rain.

Monday

Some moods can’t be fought,

embracing this dark cloud I

Leave my desk behind.

Tuesday

The river at dusk

cool, calm now before the storm,

(after the panic).

Wednesday

Cloud wisps kiss the hills

Grey sky, green horizon, me

watching the day fade.

Thursday

Waking up, the roof

is drumming sweet rhythms of 

a Devon rainstorm. 

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A haiku a day...

Vendredi

I smile all along

my balmy evening bikeride,

pedalling happy.

Samedi

Measure, pin, snip snip,

press the peddle, the needle

whirs, dances, stitches.

Dimanche

White wisps on pale blue,

jet streams scar the perfect sky,

up where planes fly high.

Lundi

 Through open windows,

jasmine intoixicates me

on these long hot nights.

Mardi 

Daily ritual:

pedalling furiously

to find inner calm.

Mercredi 

It's too hot for jazz,

the melodies meander,

but I'm trapped inside.

Jeudi

Coffee, a notebook, 

one of those perfect mornings,

here in summertime.

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