More Haiku: Blue Doors



Blue Doors


Boring meeting…
I doodle a spiral
inwards and inwards.

*

The smell of toast
reaches me upstairs:
winter morning.

*

Whoa!
What’s the hurry,
speeding hearse?

*

Indian summer…
listening to football scores
in the back garden.

*

Midnight, 25 degrees –
showering
under the stars.

*

Friends round for dinner…
the dog breaks wind silently
under the table.

*

locking the door
a quick look
the stars out

*

Pissing in the dark –
birds singing through
an open window.

*

heron by the lake
stillness
looking at stillness

*

old pond
blue plastic drum
no frogs

*

Moth on a pink shirt:
the whole department store
to itself.

*

warm night
my feet search
for a cold spot

*

on the shore
a pregnancy test –
positive

*

The path to nirvana
lost again –
chocolate ice cream!

*

Two brown horses –
red horses,
my daughter observes.

*

Insomnia…
long silence, then,
a cough.

*

snowy morning
two horses nose to nose
in a white field

*

A beach ball floats
across an empty swimming pool –
end of summer.

*

grey afternoon
a rock-dove tops
a telephone pole

*

Weeds
have cracked open
the tarmac.

*

summer night
the sound of plants
growing

*

The children’s playground
empty –
first day of term.

*

picking raspberries
spider’s web backlit
by the evening sun

*

My leg
brushes against
the lavender.

*

The carousel
closed –
the sound of waves.

*

Star-gazing –
yep,
still lost.

*

First hot day:
barbecue smokes drifts
across the gardens.

*

Floating clouds;
facing upstream
a lone trout.

*

Distant thunder,
fresh air…
end of summer storm.




©2011 Dan Wyke



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