Iron Haiku – Page 260 – A short form poetry blog

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

Escape

alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten

Aged

his paper thin skin
stretched across arthritic hands
so easily bruised
–
a spreading elm-
our initials
overgrown

Broken

a shattered windshield-
shards of broken promises
spread across the road
–
text messages-
driving past what
used to be a car