A haiku a day...

Vendredi

New velvet soil bed

for your overgrown roots: grow

little sickly plant!

Samedi

Bobbing in the sea,

silent we float amongst waves,

then laughter erupts.

Dimanche

The wheels go around,

we glide along, the world flies 

by, as we zoom free.

Lundi

Third floor balcony,

the geranium lady

nods, solitary.

Mardi

Sinking in the bath,

anxiety bubbles up,

cold, I soak in it.

Mercredi

"you'll never finish!"

l'oiseau de mauvaise augure

screeches in my ear.

Jeudi

Dancing wild, singing

at the tops of our voices,

Lovin' life tonight.

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A haiku a day...

Vendredi

I smell marigolds:

childhood garden scents condensed,

nostalgic perfume.

Samedi

Cicada tempo,

crazy insect jazz rythyms,

bedtime serenade.

Dimanche

Butterflies play chase,

spinning circles together

for an airborn kiss.

Lundi

Mushroom stroganoff:

too much wine in the sauce makes

for a boozy meal.

Mardi

Supermarket sweep,

miles of aisles, fill the basket,

then escape Carrefour

Mercredi

A balmy evening,

the nuns keep cool with icecream,

lick, pray, shiver, lick.

Jeudi

Lined up in the heat,

spontaneous siesta,

three peas in a pod. 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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