falling birth rate 

all the point one children

soon add up

 writing haiku

hitting a nail in my coffin

another one pops up

 after my sea swim

i take post-lunch nap

spring sunshine

 from the furnace 

a spark sounded like a bee

as it burnt me 

 how does one forgive

one who decides to forgive

all the pain caused

 silently 

sneezing into my sleeve

the cat sleeps on

 you must act now

but i continue scrolling

unsocial media

 mum said

they came in the black maria

snuggling up

they called the wind maria 

whispered the shadows

 flashing light

the fire chief arrives 

in a tesla 

 love letters

between the sheets

between the lines

 so many years 

since the last war started

so many dead 

a generation gone

a generation ago

 black table

daffodils going over

sad rain 

 the boy

with a daisy

makes a propeller 

 two boys

tapping their toothbrushes 

just like dad 

 in morse code

the water hammer spells out 

bloody nuisance

 haiku

the tap drips

another haiku 

 the sun settles

as the cat settles 

for forty winks 

 with not one word

rising from the inkwell

holding black my tears

 march wind

garnering my eye

blossoms

in memoriam

 in memoriam 

to each their own

the heart is as constant 

as the mind is fickle

 21st century 

palace through the looking glass 

the people reflect on it

 in the way

a butterfly lands

buddha arrives

 channel hopping

looking for a who done it

in the lounge

 march hares

we leap over each other

writing haiku

 there is dew 

on the cobweb

on the lost hat

 up for the bin men

early coffee and a scone

all gone

 a murmuration of midges

on the first day of spring 

flowering currant

 sugar cubes

i read them another haiku 

they just stirred their tea

many daffodils 

the bin lorry rushes past

hi viz jackets 

 philosopher 

i think knot

maybe

 breakfast

the red teapot

pours forth

 the heirs

to the kingdom

have heirs

 haiku cry reply

and like wriggling tadpoles

a poem sprouts legs

 department store 

the bored elevator man

calls ‘women’s underwear’

 cemetery 

the stone angel pointing

at two microlights 

 department store 

the bored elevator man

calls ‘women’s fashions’

 the old lady

going down in her house lift

with her cat

 how dare this morning

be the most beautiful morning

asks the widower

 our new teapot

doesn’t it pour beautifully 

do stay

 floater in my eye?

no a spider dropping thread!

ha ha now i see

 medical library

which disease will be mine

dappled sunshine 

 hiking boots

a shortcut through the marsh

oh muddy hell

 falling in love

the girl with the pink dress

blossom viewing

 the edifices collapse

but from ruins of hope

a new Jerusalem rises

 how embarrassing 

getting into the wrong car

i make new friends

 the lost voices 

tapping on the night’s shutters

wind in the trees

 passing a robin

i sing his song back to him

we get along just fine

 my dear equinox 

as we grow closer

you pull away

 outside her screen

the moon is drying my tears

i take my leave

pharmacy

the prescribed delay

take with patience 

 vernal equinox

i win at scrabble again

the sun is shining

 a reflection

dancing around the maypole

from the lantern door

 scatter my ashes

when the wind is blowing high 

      Y

       L

and  let me  let me   F

 my thoughts go walking 

through the derelict building 

that was my chapel

 swimming together 

in the bay of much laughter 

the best of friends

midges

dancing above the lavender

by the gate

 vet’s delivery

my name on the cat’s food

purr chance too

 sunny morning

trying to count the midges

i fall asleep

 across the valley

pegging out the washing

my lady in red

 soft music

my nose in a book

neither here nor there

 why is it only dusty when the sun shines

 if i write

but not one word

then i am dead

 sailing

on a dream boat named poem

moon voyage 

 threading flowers

into the whitest chain

my late nanna

 morning toast

eating my father

years ago 

 itchy lip

trying to swear

i bite my tongue

 sun bridge

the fish asks the bird

how high is the sky

the bird asks the fish

how deep is the ocean

 the main road

who owns the cherry tree

that blossoms on me

 in the school playground 

high on the golden flag pole

the D Day landings

 butter frying

the flowers of my heart

cooking in the sunshine

 daffodils daffodils 

winter’s candle is flickering

here comes the sun

 sunset

the parking lot

full of red cars

 screech owl

the veteran hits the floor

warrior still

 knocking back sake

spotting a ceiling spider

cheers my friend

 a baby

trying to scroll the window

mum on her phone

 built on sand 

unsure of the next step

first love

 when you say martian 

it just sounds so lonely

monsters!

 the smoke from a fire

reaches up to the moon

walking home