Showing posts with label rainy days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rainy days. Show all posts

Saturday, July 21, 2012

A haiku a day...

Vendredi
A rainbow, cobbles
glistening after the rain,
a wine bar refuge.

Samedi
An impromptu feast,
chez nous, our little flat full -
there aren't enough forks!

Dimanche
Grass underfoot, I
am happy, the cool blades stroke
my wandering toes.

Lundi
Awake, I linger
in the sofa nest we built,
our lazy cocoon.

Mardi
Old lady in red
surveys the street stroking her
pink geraniums.

Mercredi
Guitar serenade,
in the little square where we
sip aperitifs.

Jeudi
As I run, it rains,
the hot tarmac smells damp as
my warm limbs cool down.

x
 

Saturday, July 14, 2012

A haiku a day...

Vendredi
Tripod, camera,
timerswitch, a flash; the lone
photographer smiles.

Samedi
Elegant lady
in an old gold suit sweeps rose
petal confetti.

Dimanche
Quick dash to market,
gathering fruit, bread and veg,
weekly sustenance.

Lundi
My first sweetpea bloom,
soft red petal lips blowing
  a delicate kiss,

Mardi
Rows of clouds line up
filling the sky, all puff, fluff,
nothingness and rain.

Mercredi
The morning light sings
soft whispery melodies
of accomplishment.

Jeudi
We cosy ourselves
in our happy flat, watching 
crap as night draws in.

x

Sunday, July 08, 2012

A haiku a day...

Vendredi
Sparkle! Boom! Bang! Pop!
Gold worms mushroom out, explode
like fireflies dancing.

Samedi
I walk home nibbling
its crispy crust, chewy dough,
baguette on the go.

Dimanche
Snoozy afternoon,
hours dedicated to
dreaming; time goes by.

Lundi
Riverside dancer,
floats on wheels as if on air,
rollerblade ballet.

Mardi
Piles of old fabric
hide crumpled treasures, vintage
beauties to rescue.

Mercredi
Jumping we hover
mid-air as if by magic,
ridiculous fun.

Jeudi
After the monsoon
we twirl amidst puddles to
accordion songs.

x

Friday, June 08, 2012

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. 

x

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Soundtrack to my life

Some more songs that have been a sonic background to my life of late.

Ben Howard, Old pine
I listened to this album pretty regularly as we packed up our old lives and started our new ones here. It reminds me of first tram rides through unfamiliar streets, humid rain storms and walking around gazing up in wonder at the old sandstone buildings with a smile on my face.

Nina Simone, Lliac wine
A necessary song as soon as the lilacs in the park bloomed. I inhaled their heady scent whilst Nina sang about it. Nina Simone is just the greatest.

Kim Boekbinder, Girl on a bicycle
I've been hiring bikes quite regularly and zooming along the river. I almost always hum this song in my head when I ride along feeling happy and ridiculous as I pedal.

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Home
Because home is wherever I'm with my love. And right now it's here and I couldn't be happier.

The Jimmy Chamberlain Complex, Loki Cat
I randomly started playing this song a lot as I worked and it crept into my head and got stuck there and will forever remind me of the first few weeks here when we only had what we could carry on the plane in our rucksacks and the flat was empty and yet full of possibilities and happy moments.

Coldplay, Every teardrop is a waterfall 
I've been listening to Coldplay a lot when I run along the river. I love the line in this song about being in the gap between the two trapeeze as that's where I was for a while before, during and after moving.

Smashing Pumpkins, Let me give the World to You
Pure joy in song form, filling my ears on my first trip back to the UK and then blasting out of our speakers when I returned as I twirled in our living room at 4 AM, spun round by my love.

The Grateful Dead, Box of Rain
My latest favourite source of inspiration. A song that reminds me not to be gloomy. Strangely enought I keep finding my direction around the corner where its waiting for me whenever I walk out of the flat (just like the song says I will).

What's your favourite song of late? Please share!
x


Friday, April 27, 2012

A haiku a day...


Friday
Between showers we
climb up through the trees, onto
sunny spring moorland.

Saturday
Deer with a deathwish,
we swerve, he bounds away free,
into the morning.

Sunday
Breathing carefully
defeats all fears of flying,
inhale, exhale, float.

Monday
Pounding the pavements,
through puddles and relentless
pouring rain: perfect.

Tuesday
Blank page tyranny,
word documents multiply,
elusive progress.

Wednesday 
Playful gusts of wind
transform my skirt into a
billowy landscape.

Thursday
The first seedling peeks
its leaves up out of the soil:
fragile alchemy.

x

Monday, April 23, 2012

A haiku a day...

Friday
Tiny spider hangs
on a thread from the man's head,
(he's oblivious).
 
Saturday
A double rainbow
so bright we all stop, delight,
at light refractions.
 
Sunday
Dance with me my love,
we'll defy the morning light,
and twirl round instead.
 
Monday
Roll over, fall back
into deep sleep, dream quickly
before day begins.
 
Tuesday
Splash, dash, skip and dodge,
running a rainy errand
avoiding puddles.

Wednesday
Spark, whirl, chatter, zing!
So pleased you got your groove back,
my fun frenzied friend.

Thursday
Tonight I miss you,
the way we hold each other,
a bundle of arms.

Friday, April 13, 2012

A haiku a day...

Friday
Caught in a rain storm,
Sheltering from lightning as,
puddles become rivers.

Saturday
A humming chorus
as bees pay homage to the 
ephemeral blooms.

Sunday
Hanging fabric streams
in my little souk wardrobe,
living out my dreams.

Monday
Quiet on the streets,
empty for Easter but for 
our foreign chatter.

Tuesday
That smell after rain,
of earth and new foliage
getting a spring clean.

Wednesday
I push seeds into
dark earth: there, magic happens,
I just have to wait.

Thursday
Blue haze, dark downpour,
the sky can't make up its mind today
so I stay inside.

x

Friday, December 16, 2011

A haiku a day...

Friday
Jazz singer lady,
climbs tables, curls up small: love,
pain - she sings it all.

Saturday
Amidst all the noise,
we hold hands in the darkness,
awaiting our dreams.

Sunday
Dark hours of night
linger all day, fairy lights
are happy relief.

Monday
Paper everywhere,
notes typed neatly/scrawled madly,
debris of my mind.

Tuesday
Suddenly darkness,

clouds converge, exposed to the

elements I melt.


Wednesday
Black bile gurgles up
meets the dark cloud; a haze forms,
I cower inside.

Thursday
Windows fog over,
condensation fills this house,
like a dark, damp cave.


x

Friday, October 28, 2011

A haiku a day...



It's been a bit of a quiet week for me on here as I spent last weekend away in the far reaches of Scotland and have been trying to catch up on work and sleep ever since I got back. Despite the lack of any other words on these here pages, I have a few extra haikus this week as Sunday was a very long and inspiring day spent walking along a beautiful Scottish beach. I spotted oystercatchers and black-headed gulls galore, picnic-ed on a cliff-side over-looking a secret bay, skipped around at the waves' edge like an excited child, collected shells and feathers, admired the pretty boats bobbing in the harbour, managed not to get blown away in the wind, stared in awe at some nutter kite-surfing on the wild waves, walked through a yellowing forest at sunset, spotted some deer on the horizon, sat in the prettiest, cosiest summerhouse in all the land admiring the many trinkets which adorn its ceilings, walls and windows and keeping warm by the light of many candles and blankets, stroked a beautiful cat, played scrabble and ate my weight in macaroni cheese. I couldn't limit all that inspiration into just seventeen syllables or even just words, so here are my haikus and some photos to accompany. Enjoy...


Friday

Sunrise, train ride (slow)
Grey rainy streets of Glasgow,
Later the drinks flow.

Saturday
A glimpse of a fox,
As the train zooms through hayfields,
Sly sunset surprise.

Sunday
(i)
Blustery beach walk
Sea spray, sandy shoes, footprints
tracing our escape.

(ii)
A sudden flurry
Of black-headed gulls, flapping
up, surrounding us.


(iii)
On the horizon,
leaping deer: grace incarnate
as they disappear.

Monday
All day on a train,
Sorry to complain but its
driving me insane.

Tuesday
Rainy afternoon,
I batten down the hatches,
Hide my face away.

Wednesday
Songs rise up, filling
the room, taking my thoughts on
a dreamy journey.


Thursday
The sky is grey, wet,
the light muted, I forget
long
summer mornings.














Upon returning home, seeing this quote made me smile....

"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our self we find in the sea..."
~ e.e. Cummings

I'll be back next week with more haikus and hopefully some sewing/crochet/crafty projects to share.
Enjoy your weekend - may it be full of autumn leaves, warm soups, cardigans, a good book, some nature, smiles and dreaming...

x