Window

I’m watching the clouds moving;
reflected in the open windows of the house across the road,
TV screens showing white noise.
A window opens and scatters the cotton wool
revealing blue like the colour of his eyes.

Haiku (Jacqui/me/Lyn)

Two haiku that I made today. Jacqui wrote the first lines, I wrote the second and Lyn wrote the last.

Cloudbanks

Fluffy white, grey dull
Billowing, fluid motion,
Shapes moving in sky.


Gun-shaped

Gun, shiny silver
Bolts of hardened steel alloy
Solid forged in heat.