13 April 2014

april haiku etc batch1.


Blue sky but a bitter wind, the click of the door as my coffee comes out to greet me



Small children thrilled that it is raining and sunny at the same time, everywhere the brightness of daisies



the nature of reality / the reality of nature



Just across the water, the tumultuous honking of free-jazz geese



Softly, apologising to those we call weeds



nuzzling

the small of my back

april sun



Clinging to the wing mirror, all the white knuckles of the spider



I find the puppy sitting under the garden tap waiting for me to get there



The books I wanted to write I have given them all away



Emerging from the helxine, a small green beetle, minding its own business 



Translating my haiku into English, an empty snail shell rattles from the broom



"I hate ... " written on the girl's t-shirt, but what she hates is hidden by her arm



received wisdom -

i refuse to sign

for it



Plucked a weed, how quickly it withdraws into the earth the pink which end of a worm



Dig, keep digging, to let out more winter darkness



Hopping from page to page no bird in the book looks like the one I saw earlier



The puppy barks his breath onto the window, they've gone past now



One minute before eight the sound of a chainsaw cuts through the morning



It's late afternoon before the sun comes out a biscuit sneaked from the tin



we go down to the allotment, watch the day moon become the moon



our new asparagus on the tip of my tongue the word tilth



thinkink

  

1 March 2014

bible


on my way back from the river, two pretty girls stop me, ask if they could give me a Bible pamphlet / spring sunshine, winter chill

 

breakfast


the man has brought breakfast down to the river / sliced white for the ducks and geese, a can of lager for himself

 

bare tree


at the river's edge, a bare tree like a tuning fork and its rippling reflection / C#

 

headphones


in the grey of relentless rain / his shaved cranium and huge red headphones

 

rain drop


watching another raindrop form, silver, at the tip of an ivy leaf / any moment i'll go

 

roof tiles


the roof tiles dark with rain, lumpy with moss / from my black coffee, steam rising

 

cover


its yellow cover, the curling corners of his homework book / the house is quiet now