[Written while watching a puddle form on the balcony… Not my best or my brightest – been in a dark place these past few days. Quite sure it’s a bit obvious. I suppose it’s what I get after only 3.5 hours sleep last night.]
languid liquid laps
light, limitless, lustful; love
never long locked out.
[Uncharacteristically optimistic by my standards…]
autumn bleeds yellow
into green but come spring
all shall be reborn.
[Today’s haikus (yes, two of them, I think I owe you one for yesterday) were composed at 5.45 a.m. on the balcony while I stared out waiting for the Sun to rise. I woke up at 5.30a.m. and couldn’t fall asleep again, so I wrote]
a blinking teardrop
set in princely black waits still
for sleep’s last rites
[I started working on this yesterday and forgot to post it! Oops. Also, apologies to people with arachnophobia; I asked a friend for a random topic for my daily haiku and ‘spiders!’ was what they came up with…]
weave your wondrous web,
my sweet, and I’ll be yours to
hold forever more.
[As promised, second haiku. Yes, yes, I know, dawn and daybreak aren’t very different from each other, but daybreak sounded more pretentious and dramatic, so I’m going with that. Also, as far as I know, not all haikus (is that the plural?) have to have 17 syllables; they can be shorter, right?]
dissolve misty-eyed stars
in Neptune’s cradle.
[Apologies, I didn’t post yesterday. We had a guest and I was exhausted. I should be ashamed of myself. I shall post twice today (hopefully). Also, today’s been strangely busy for a Sunday. Spent most of it looking up how to teach English grammar (going to be teaching a friend)]
red dots cross the street:
the scent of a broken soul,
petals from a rose.
[I was so busy today, I almost forgot about this. Part of it has been stuck in my head all day, but I hadn’t figured out what to do with it until now. Still not happy with it though. Maybe I’m just too tired for today.]
winter jigs, storms laugh
fierce; but who listens out for
a sunbeam’s footfall?
[Perhaps it was inevitable that I would write something about this, so please bear with me through all the mushy stuff]
ripples of moonlight,
nightly journeys; this and more
would I trade for you.
[My first ever attempt at a haiku. While reading chapters for my course, one of the exercises suggested writing one a day. I figured it would get be good practice for giving bitesize ‘moments’ instead of elaborate, lush descriptions of things. Took me a while to get the syllables right! This one has been brewing for a few days…]
violent hands whip,
harrow shadows, scatter leaves,
cold wind blows this morn.