Iron Haiku – Page 133 – A short form poetry blog

I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

TEST

the bathroom mirror-a message written in steamappears in your hand–starlit noon-steam poursfrom off the rocks
Posted by Iron Haiku on Sunday, June 16, 2019

Steam

the bathroom mirror-
a message written in steam
appears in your hand
–
starlit noon-
steam pours
from off the rocks

Lightning

low rolling thunder-
lightning crawls across the sky
rattling windows
–
summer night-
the sky lit by
heat lightning