Irony – Page 15 – Iron Haiku

I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty

living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were

watching while you sleep
your gentle breath, warm and sweet
so easily stilled
–
echoes of
silence spread
throughout the night

a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind
–
She’s gone
before I know
it’s her

the noise in my head
a constant cacophony
that gives me no peace
–
whirlwind-
tranquility overcome
by turbulent thoughts

in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you
–
in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age

The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness

Hatred is easy
Love and compassion require
Effort and hard work.

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips