April The Twenty-Ninth
April The Twenty-Ninth
arrived with a plomb.
I was a lert;
others were, variously,
a droit, a fraid, or a miable.
Disregarding all that,
April The Twenty-Ninth was,
variously, wet, dry, stormy, calm,
an irritant, a balm,
hot, cold, young, old
and liable to amuse, confuse
and leave us all wondering how and why
a day like this could call itself anything other
than a day of ease…
Thursday’s Gone Haiku
It’s Friday Morning;
it’s no good mourning Thursday,
just get over it.
How the day will dawn
is something that I know
not. I shall have to wait and see
what the future brings for me.
The Day, Today.
The radio is talking
the outside world seems to be on ‘mute’;
I pass from one realm to another.
A bird calls, is answered, responds accordingly.
Clouds scud across the sky, lazily following their heart’s desires.
The wind has gone AWOL;
but, will be back when its batteries are recharged.
The sun shines down weakly upon those seeking warmth – but, they remain chilled, only their minds are warmed.
I pass amongst the inhabitants of the Earth
and watch as they process their lives
in many valid ways.
Where is my Saturday rhyme?
It’s been stolen, that’s a…
but, I must use tic-tac-toe
and be subtle;
flying off the handle
never got things done.
An Acrostic Sunday
Sunday starts with an ‘S’ and ends with a ‘Why?’
Until it’s over, the day is full of content.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; so there.
Don’t think that this is going to make sense, scents, or cents.
Actually, I have only the highest regard for Sundays
Yesterday wasn’t Sunday: Today is!
Is is Wednesday?
Is it Thursday?
Is it still Tuesday?
Well, it all depends
Upon where in the world you are
Or I am.
You might be on the previous day
Or the next
Or the same
But, teetering upon the brink of changing the date upon the calendar.
As might I.
If you are in my time zone
You might not be in my rhyme zone
To steal a moment
You could be in a crime zone
Or a lemon and lime zone
If that’s how Cockneys might describe it.
All I am saying is
That wherever you are
And whenever you are
Please spare a second to think of those that are currently languishing in the past
And also those that are ploughing their furrows in the future.
Just a moment though;
You wouldn’t want to waste your rhyme
Contemplating just any old miment in time.