Iron Haiku – Page 241 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.

Regret

ghosts of the future
block my way and haunt me with
all I could have been
–
heavy rain-
our great oak
uprooted

Stone

building my fortress
I bury my emotions
beneath the first stone
–
cacophony-
late night frogs
in my stone walls

Ocean

white flecks of sea foam
spraying off the ocean waves
and the rising tide
–
onshore winds-
smell of salt
and the sea