Tag: haiku

Green

I watch her iris
green and sand and dark russet
the colours drifting

Fake

fake silken roses
dusted with soot and ashes
aging memory

Grace

Grace felt the loose itch
drifting down her catwalk back
under scrutiny

Pigeon

pigeon silhouette
fluffing shadowy feathers
atoning the night

Blanket

blanket covering
our warmth and the grey skyscape
as we hide from truths

Art

watching basement art
reason invented from light
careful observation

Painting

over a black painting
the framed darkness mirroring
a secret longing

Hands

wrinkles on my hands
the skin now unpuckering
a wartime dancehall

Hide

when I try to hide
my intention and motive
she knows, and whispers

Luck

looking up at skies
vast enough to rectify
a bit of bad luck

Port

port softly beckons
promising sanctuary
I embrace the storm

Light

a cold bedspread cast
in slats of Venetian light
the scent still lingers

Junk

jagged metal bones
her old shattered carapace
now just rusting junk

Off

he detects the lie
his tone becoming harsher
eyes down, I take off

Rush

the mobile vibrates
blind fingers rush to reveal
and clutch the answer

Try

it was clear he’d tried
world-worn skin and word-dried lips
a failed dignity

Sense

with playful disdain
and a sense of ridicule
she declares her love

Plan

a plan is written
efficient digital words
lacking elegance

Intention

blankets of sea mist
confuse the sun’s intention
in translucent tides

Declare

with playful disdain
and a sense of ridicule
she declares her love

Doubt

I am sick of doubt
whispering shadows of truth
in the foundations

Misted

misted windows seen
through the edges of an eye
and her grey anguish

Would

he would hesitate
when asked personal questions
his eyes looking left

Breaks

those breaks in the cloud
spotlight the sun’s energy
across empty fields