Iron Haiku – Page 500 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
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
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.

Orlando

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Muffled

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

Heat

deep in the furnace
liquid glass, hotter than fire
waits for the artist
–
blown glass…
a moment
frozen in time