Irony – Page 6 – Iron Haiku

soft leather armchairs-
whispers of conversations
too quiet to hear
–
a lone robin-
her tweets
unread

shut in this fortress
long days spent looking over
my kingdom of sand
–
rising tides-
my castle begins
to crumble

clear azure waters
tropical sun overhead
melting my resolve
–
bronzed skin-
one more glass
of dutch courage

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking
–
ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

building my fortress
I bury my emotions
beneath the first stone
–
cacophony-
late night frogs
in my stone walls

an aging lighthouse
stands sand blasted and buried
by the walking dunes
–
frigid winds-
the predawn
desert frost

alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten

family outings
picnics paid for with the blood
of fallen soldiers
–
small flags-
dates carved
in cold granite

a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow
–
on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain

a cool cloudy night-
the horizon aglow with
fingers of lighting
–
dry lightning-
fire licks the walks
of the arroyo