Iron Haiku – Page 332 – A short form poetry blog

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
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

Battle

curling up in pain
the taste of salt on my lips
from licking my wounds
–
echoes-
broken antlers on
the forest floor

Plummet

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky

Transformation

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind