Iron Haiku – Page 116 – A short form poetry blog

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Squirrel

one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness
–
pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head

Hiding

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

Morning

awake too early-
the shock of icy water
splashing on my face
–
dawning sun-
the soft glow of
bedroom curtains