Haiku – Page 19

Haiku: Dream

A humanist dream,
thoughts best kept to myself in
this aggressive world.

Picking up plastic
water bottles by the sea.
So many don’t care.

You baked the best bread,
imaginary fruit loaf
when we were so poor.

I wanted revenge,
thoughts of death and destruction.
Withering away.

Stargazing alone,
once your world becomes quiet,
you talk to the cows.

Your understudy
within Shakespeare’s dark world;
becoming Titus.

A silent yearning
you call to me from beyond
flying containers

Too close not to touch.
Arm in arm standing in the
cherry blossom wind.

Disturbed by a kick,
wearing thongs, you take one off;
chasing after X.

a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass