Iron Haiku – Page 508 – A short form poetry blog

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
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Salvation

drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface

Fatalism

I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty

Commitment

peacocks at the bar
we share a sidelong glance
and a private laugh
–
two swans
together
for life