Iron Haiku – Page 253 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Swells

waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips

Haze

families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert
–
riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance

Corruption

doe-eyed sycophants-
suckling at the teat of
this festering pig
–
overcast-
the lack of sunlight
goes unnoticed