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

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.

x

 

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

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

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

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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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.

x

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

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.

x

A haiku a day...

GRRR! Blogger erased the last lot of haikus I put up earlier as well! So here they are again *sigh*

Vendredi

Seeking adventures

in streets, in cafés, in bars,

in glasses of wine.

Samedi

The boulangerie

calls me, I skip along for

fresh crumbly croissants.

Dimanche

Gloomy day inside

watching films, I hide, avoid

the real world outside.

Lundi

Under the weather 

again: gloomy forecasts make

for a bumpy ride.

Mardi

Night time gardening,

by the gold light of street lamps,

flowers bloom and sleep.

 

Mercredi

It's decision time,

will I be my worst self or

find some inner peace?

Jeudi

The scent of jasmine

fills my street, delicate soft,

sweet petals of home

x

 

A haiku a day...

Friday

Take a wander, see

what happens, maybe you'll find

ko-winky-denkies?

Saturday

Nature's pinnacle,

towering over the sea,

sandy majesty.

Sunday

Riverside picnic,

sunset, cidre, pink skies, bliss,

shiver... then we kiss.

Monday

Broad beans in salad

make me happy: bitter bursts

of fresh squidgy green.

Tuesday

Over the river

a lone kite floats, swoops and dives,

then he disappears.

Wednesday

Sometimes life feels like

a treasure hunt, I follow 

my feet and find gold

Thursday

My papasan chair

is cosy and round, i curl

up like a cat, purrrrr.

x

A haiku a day...

Friday

The evening evolves

over cheese, wine and chatter,

we crawl home at five.

Saturday

We pitter patter,

along cobbles, lit by a 

giant moon night light.

Sunday

I spy nuthatches,

birds with the best eyeliner,

fluttering round us.

Monday

I'm faint and fearful,

face down on the floor, shaking,

completely confused.

Tuesday

Cooling my hot toes

in long grass, happy daisies,

smile up at me, dance.

Wednesday

Night falls, we wander

to ponder the river as

swifts screech overhead.

Thursday

You know, il fait beau,

oui, il fait chaud à Bordeaux,

peut-être un peu trop!

And since I haven't put anything up here except haikus for weeks now, here's a bonus picture to illustrate Sunday's syllables...

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A haiku a day...

Friday

Belly catches up,

send out warning signs too late,

too much on my plate!

Saturday

Soaking in the bath

to the sounds of pouring rain,

wet outside and in.

Sunday 

Grouchy, tired me,

being my worst self as I 

refuse sweet slumber.

Monday 

Mascara hurry,

smudges appear, shouts break out

on the other side.

Tuesday 

May day, lilac skies,

magical clouds float, swifts screech,

the river flows by.

Wednesday 

Pre-meditation

I spy a butterfly perched

amidst my flowers.

Thursday

Erratic pixie,

swift and nimble as she plays

her magic fiddle.

x

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

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.

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

A haiku a day...

Friday
Soil, seeds and pots,
we gather them all ready
for window box joy.

Saturday
Patchwork of roof tiles,
Bright sunlight; in the distance
vines are waking up

Sunday
Impromptu concert
drifts up through my window, strange
jazz rhythms, lets dance!

Monday
Boughs laden with blooms,
Peek out between market stalls,
nature meets culture.

Tuesday
My limbs are heavy,
my thoughts dulled, sleep calls me back,
dark, empty and strange,

Wednesday
Lemon, honey, thyme
infused together, fragrant
fight against the germs.

Thursday
Lovely lilac bush,
Impossible to capture
its delicate scent.

x

A haiku a day...

A double portion of haikus today to get me up to date for the last two weeks...

Friday
Knitting needles click,
French chatter accelerates,
my brain’s in a whir.

Saturday
Wet whiskers, webbed feet
emerging from the river,
muskrat colony.

Sunday
In seconds, grey clouds
become rainstorms, drenching us,
before we can hide.

Monday
Cet après-midi
les heures sont longues, chaque minute
une petite souffrance.

Tuesday
Night hours bring me
apocalyptic visions,
cold sweats and no rest.

Wednesday
Banging door foretells
panic – water everywhere!
Flood emergency!

Thursday
In this town I’ve found
cobbled streets to wander round,
I have happy feet.

Friday
On two wheels I float
past everything, velo fun,
Cycling is flying.

Saturday
The cat on the lead
is an unhappy feline,
He can’t chase the birds!

Sunday
Theatre full of song
and heads thinking secret thoughts,
entranced by the strings.

Monday
Impossible tree
engraves candyfloss branches
onto my mind’s eye.

Tuesday
Out of boxes we
unearth forgotten treasures
from the before time

Wednesday
Surprising flowers,
unreal, petals everywhere
until I awake.

Thursday
French horns ring out loud,
echoing around the square,
a blast of grandeur.

x