• The Haiku Project • Day 15 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 15 •

There are melodies waiting to be written,

And maladies yearning to be bitten. 

• The Haiku Project • Day 14 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 14 •

I couldn't even tell

When you lifted the spell. 

Tea-ribble

Really, dear Trainee

How hard can it be

To master the art of brewing

The perfect little cuppa tea.

Here's an idiot-proof key:

Spoons two, then steep for three

Why, still, then does this concoction taste

Like something gassy monsters set free?

You may sing me a symphony

Or even take a knee

But if you mix it up all wrong

You ain't worth a penny.

Before you call me an itch with a B

Or a real ain with a P

Hold your horses coz I'm just getting started

On that tragic mess you call  coffee.

I can't give you my heart

I can't give you my heart

So I give you my body instead

Minus heart

And you give me yours

Strictly no beating heart

Like two robots

Locked in an electric circuit

But something happened

We deciphered a secret language

Machines turned magical

Sparks flew, fuse blew

I think we blew it.

We switched off.

Retired to rust.

Moving closer to dust.

Our hearts beating somewhere

Outside of our bodies

Under lock and key.

Orphaned, Abject

Searching for purpose.

But now we're reduced

To pieces of metal

Cold and grey.

To be burnt or buried.

I still can't give you my heart

Because the moment
Has passed.
And so have we.

Rain affair

Pregnant and Purple skies

Plops and Pellets

Precious and Pure

Pools and Puddles

Pit-Pit and Pattering

Paperboats and Picnics

Peeping Plants and Pocket Pets

Pretty Patterns and Pining Panes

Petrichor and Perfume

Parasols and Plastic coats

Pink Petunias and Plush Pastures

Photographs and Paintings

Potions and Pianos

Pillows and Pajamas

Pensive and Playful

Passionate love and Poetry

Prayer and Peace

Pain and Perfection.

Nightmare in words

Why must you be
Like a bolted coffin
Forced deep down the throat
Of a cemetery
Mute as death
But never lonely
Misery loves company
When you can be
The wildflowers
That surround it
Singing silent songs of living
Dancing in the still breeze
And limitless love
Breaking barriers
Of time and space
Paying an ode
To a wonderful soul
In a different place

Look alive, lovely
Why must you
Lay flowers
At your own grave?

Cubed

I woke up one morning
Feeling so beside myself
Much like a little Rubik’s Cube
Trying hard to solve itself!

With utmost care and calculation
Starting one side at a time
They try to twist me into place
A mammoth mess, worthy of crime.

Sometimes I get a little lucky
The first side of me they done
But then again, the madness unfolds
And suddenly I’m no longer fun.

Rough around the edges
They think I’m impossible to fix
But every story has a flip side
Oh mine has no less than six!

Kindness isn’t for all
And patience is a rare art
But there’s gotta be a better way
Than just ripping me apart.