Anger – Page 16 – Iron Haiku

curling up in pain
the taste of salt on my lips
from licking my wounds
–
echoes-
broken antlers on
the forest floor

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot
–
descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar
–
a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

I may be different
but I am not a problem
that needs to be solved
–
fly fishing-
different clouds
under the same sky

worn and creaky stairs-
cobwebs draped in the corners
of her addled mind
–
rising fog-
a futile search
for clarity

deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity
–
becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers

full of suspicions-
in our bed looking at you
lying beside me
–
crevasse-
a broken trust
far from healing

a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd
–
incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air
–
tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds