Broken – Page 38 – Iron Haiku

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard

dwelling in the past-
bricked up in this house of pain
my arm, my jailer
–
a wasp’s sting-
repeated lies
no longer told

mired in my fears
a prisoner of what was
slave to what might be
–
hawk’s shadow
into a deadfall
a rabbit tail