Iron Haiku – Page 232 – 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
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
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Sight

slowly going blind-
refusing to believe in
what I cannot see
–
black velvet-
eyes wide open
to the night

Fungi

turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation
–
in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest

Consequences

living on the edge –
tasting the forbidden fruit
and consequences
–
future regrets-
I send a drink
down the bar