Iron Haiku – Page 103 – A short form poetry blog

Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Luna

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver
–
blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun

Lost

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you
–
sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

School

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window
–
blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock