Broken – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown
–
tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing

an overgrown lawn-
ravens nest in the eaves of
what was once a home
–
rotting lumber-
vines climb
though the floor

shredded paper towels
last night’s garbage strewn about-
I know you’re to blame
–
morning sun –
in the doorway
indecisive

awake in the dark
so transfixed by the vision
I can’t make a sound
–
the crickets silenced-
a specter looms
o’er my footboard

sitting on the train
I look across the aisle and
see you as you were
–
hot city streets-
a stranger wears
my memories

a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread
–
trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand

one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness
–
pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

a copse of willows-
long verdant tresses brunette
in the evening light
–
prolonged drought-
green pastures
turn to dust

a great streak of fire
across the afternoon sky-
shattered panes of glass
–
the small hours-
lawn chairs and
shooting stars