Sadness – Page 27 – 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

hallucinations-
my ephemeral partners
along for the ride
–
water lilies-
a pond dimpled
by dragonflies

late sun at our backs
walking the path before us-
intertwined shadows
–
passing time-
in the corners
collecting shadows

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

as the sun goes down-
I turn the final pages
of this well worn book
–
a ashen moon-
mist descends
upon the moors

the village emptied
bodies lay unburied with
no one left to mourn
–
tumbleweeds-
sun scoured bones
picked clean

ghosts of the future
block my way and haunt me with
all I could have been
–
heavy rain-
our great oak
uprooted

out with the mistress-
his rose garden wilting in
the seething sun
–
my delicate rose-
thorns buried
in my skin

hiding from the sun
living in the shadows while
I curse the darkness
–
the moon obscured-
my ancient thirst
unslaked