Saturday, August 04, 2012

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.

x

Saturday, July 28, 2012

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. 

x


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 29, 2012

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.

x

Saturday, June 23, 2012

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.

x