well-folded laundry
stacked high on the armchair
– reminders you’re gone.
It’s been a while since I’ve shared a haiku, but thought I’d share this one. I’d love to read any comments you may have.
A Haiku
loss
Ascent
This time
the climb felt easier
the incline didn’t seem to stretch for a year
my legs keeping feeling without force.
This time
my dewy eyes were due to a biting wind
rather than the noose of grief
that swallowed the air from my body
and the right words from my lips
like the last time.
And this time our hands held gentler
and it wasn’t to do with the new gloves
we are stronger now.
The Brutality of Origami
Boots sinking
we stood vigil
as our paper swans
glided across the lake
life
unravelling
with forms limp
we retreat
their final descents haunting.
A Hunter’s Moon
The crescent moon
glinted like a scythe -
against the bruise-blue night sky
a celestial grim reaper
a witness to the dark things
grief ambushed me
like an owl in hunt
silently, savagely,
tearing my contentment
to shreds.
Secret Admirers
There’s a touch of romance
in the garden
the fence posts led by coy breezes
in a gentle dance
between secret admirers
until the mood turns
and the wind becomes belligerent
destroying something beautiful
simply because
- it can.
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Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today, I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to check out my other pieces across the website. Any comments or critiques you have, I welcome.
Take it easy,
Paul
Shared Rhythms
I pressed my heart to the ground
Then my palms
Then my ears
And lay listening to the earth
Feeling a shared rhythm
It wasn’t a rapturous beat
But a slow swaying pulse
I was enchanted in that moment
For a brief eternity
Feeling close
Feeling connected
And the world was whispering words of love
While holding my hand
But the sun grew jealous
So tore us apart
With ferocious tears
And hot spiteful breath.
The last thing the earth felt
Was my palms turning to fists
Pushing myself away.
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