Even More Haiku: The Smell of Old Books




The Smell of Old Books


Wind in the leaves –
my daughter turns over
in her sleep.

*

Rainy afternoon;
inside a second-hand bookshop
the smell of old books.

*

Siesta-time…
my neighbour and his girlfriend
at it again.

*

frost on windscreens
walking home alone
the night my mother died.

*

Dead.
Starry night –
no help there.

*

Swimming in the rain;
a glimpse of a rat
slipping off the riverbank.

*

my grandfather
facing the setting sun
eyes shut

*

time for a talk
staring at the fireplace
no fire

*

mountain forest
morning mist drenches
the tree-trunks

*

She holds back the duvet –
the world
is born again.

*

plums in a bowl –
changing colour as the sun
moves around the house

*

after arguing
kept awake
by her stillness

*

Snow on the window-sill;
her toes sticking out
from under the duvet.

*

A dog farts:
they all suffer
in the lift.

*

Broad river:
boats travelling
tied together.

*

At the optician’s:
through each lens
the world looks different.

*

throwing pebbles
into the sea
still unhappy

*

Snow by the side
of the tracks –
back to work!


©2011 Dan Wyke

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