Iron Haiku – Page 14 – A short form poetry blog

Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Shore

whitewashed beach shanties-
a path of crushed coral ends
at the ebbing tide
–
salt air-
a gull’s cry
above the surf

Stone

forgotten pastures-
the gradual decline of
an old farmer’s wall
–
fieldstone-
grey lichens
untrodden

Contract

under a blood moon-
take my name from off your lips
and release my soul
–
wet ink-
my name
bound to you