Iron Haiku – Page 363 – 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
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.

Disappointment

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

Dirifting

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

Disappointment

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house