Official Blog of Andy N - author of books such as 'The End of Summer' and 'Birth of Autumn', co-host of Spoken Word night 'Speak Easy', ambient musician with Ocean in a Bottle and Podcast host of Spoken Label and Reading in Bed among others
Saturday, 22 August 2020
Underground (First Nine Haiku's in a new series on facebook - Late August 2020)
Friday, 21 August 2020
New Haikus and Tankas - Last July 2020 to Late August 2020 (posted on facebook)
Journey’s End
(In memory of Roger Quigley – 1969 to 2020)
Ringing in my ears
my dreams are like yours pinned to
a revolving door.
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Neon mystery (New Haiku)
Backlit in Neon
the willows don't change colour
unlike what you say
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Shrouded by the mist
bird sounds hover on the breeze
Beside a cold stream
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As the evening fades
two women chat of lost love
Just before the tears
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Slipping off the bank next to
the river Tame
Calling out your name
The cuts and bruises are a
Painful reminder.
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Disappearing in the midnight
air across the meadows
Leaving no trace your
Feet disappear suddenly
In the midnight air.
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Shifting moods in the
moonlight (A Near Haiku)
Changing colour in
The moonlight your face looks like
a restless ghost.
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Dissolving
counting memories
His face dissolves across
the road in the rain.
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Behind You
Next to the water
The wind chases behind you
Like a naughty child.
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Early Evening Walk
Come into the woods
The wind calls hidden inside
The Leaves and the bark.
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Faces II (Upon stopping at
trees at midnight in the forest)
Branches turn into
Angry faces at midnight
Like it was saying .
Just hurry up and go
before something nasty comes
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Stopping at the Sea Wall
Closing shut your eyes
The pain only stops when you
Turn away for good
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Faces (I) (A New Haiku)
Face down to the ground
your guilt is never more clearer
spoken out or not.
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After last night’s storm
Striped nervously in the sky
The sun and the wind
Pauses Like they are
Studying what has happened.
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After the storm has
Passed your daily walk looks more
And more unlikely.
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5.00am Blues
Looking at your life
Awake before the alarm
You hear the birds cry.