Irony – Page 15 – Iron Haiku

Fatalism

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