Iron Haiku – Page 316 – A short form poetry blog

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Shock

putting down the phone
the harsh meaning of your words
doesn’t register
–
distant rain-
unexpected
lightning

Hiding

my cupped hands hiding
the glow of a cigarette
behind the garage
–
cold rain-
ignoring my phone
before last call

Sense

waiting on my touch
your warm skin rising up in
anticipation
–
rose petals-
the taste of
your breath