Haikus; 1.

Very recently

I was taught how to haiku.

I was not that good.

I do keep trying

because isn't that writing?

Just keep keeping on.

What do I write, though?

What do you all want to know?

Don't be shy, speak up.

But remember my

limitations. Syllables

and yes, some key skill.

'Bear with me', she says

as if you are clinging on

Desperate for more.

I could write haikus

about my family home.

Would you like that, though?

I could write haikus

about London adventures.

I have lots of those.

I could write haikus

about my Instagram star,

Harv, that ginger cat.

I could write haikus

about my messy love life...

I know you'd love that.

This might be the first

in a series of short posts.

If you fancied it?

I love making things

I do it all the damn time.

It's just addictive.

'Do you know, my friends?'

I'll ask, most tentatively.

I seek solace, see.

I'd love to create

something beautiful in verse,

something brief and pure.

I'd like to invent

a joke, a thigh-slapping gag,

that folks would pass on.

Keeping things quiet,

quick, controlled, fresh and intense,

Can have an effect.

The aforementioned,

the effect, it's good, I swear.

It's new, a challenge.

Challenges can be

impossible/'totes hilar',

same as us, really.

(The picture is mine

taken today, on the beach,

stones I liked and kept.)