Iron Haiku – Page 115 – A short form poetry blog

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Reincarnation

a thousand lifetimes
wasted following the path
of least resistance
–
spring dawn-
first sunrise
seen again

Alone

a table for one-
looking for some privacy
and a little peace
–
bryant park-
a blanket
dewy grass

Bistro

a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on