Iron Haiku – Page 505 – 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
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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

Peace

longing for the time
when there is no one to please
and nowhere to be
–
cherished,
those few minutes
between calls

Longhand

caressed by the pen
ink and paper combine with
the lightness of verse
–
liquid words
meandering
into prose

Summer

faded cutoff shorts
bare feet out the car window
hair teased by the wind
–
hot skin
cool sheets
and promises