Haiku – Page 18

Haiku: Aging

We are not perfect
ageing considered ugly
refusing to care

Echoes from the sea
a shell from long, long ago
longing for the sea

A long storm rages
the sea whips about wildly
a long night ahead

A dream unfulfilled
sailing along narrow fjords
too poor in sorrow

We put you away
in a draw where no sunlight
could dance upon you.

Wondering which way,
hoping for inspiration,
the ways of the wind.

I will meet you there,
between the rubbish bin
and the dying flowers.

A dark bond binds two
standing in the cold forest.
Death covers the ground.

There is not much left.
You find the famous crossroads,
then you strike a deal.

You run to the creek,
watching the gushing river
from torrential rain.