Iron Haiku – Page 274 – 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
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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.

Misdirection

a silver quarter
rolling between my fingers-
practice makes perfect
–
trafalgar square-
the red queen
hiding

Conflict

these nameless corpses
stacked upon one another
bear witness to war
–
cobalt sky-
birds nest in
the shattered roof

Darkness

offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows