Poetry – Page 91

Haiku: Bond

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.

Neverending days.
The workdays never stop, and
the news churns out the worst of us.

Sleep won’t come.
You listen to music in bed;
when the discord starts, sleep takes you.

You sink into chaos.
The madness of the music
accompanies your terrifying dreams.

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

Etched wooden chairs,
a French polished dining table,
ambient candle lights.

Beyond the dining room
your mind plays on your fears,
the shadows shift, move.

Petrified of the shadows,
a child too young to understand,
darkness frightened you.

Enlightened by knowledge,
you face the shadows fearlessly,
never taking a wrong step.

A touch along your neck,
terror has a name you remember,
you run out into the night.

A windless cold night,
movement within the front trees,
illogical ways of nature.

Those etched chairs,
your father died on one of those,
too long ago, father.

A whisper on the wind,
something I heard you say long ago,
“my darling daughter”.

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

Maybe you will meet me there,
I might wait for you,
or we might come together.

Some say only time will tell,
others say we are fools,
everyone has their opinion.

Maybe fate is a cruel one,
you may lose hope,
I might gain a different view.

We say to one another
just a little longer, love;
we’ll be together soon.

Rising at the crack of dawn,
jogging around the same route,
eating the same breakfast,
climbing the corporate ladder.

Dreaming away until midday,
walking at night in the darkness,
eating a different breakfast,
ceasing to be defined by career.

You are an Early Riser,
and I am a Night Owl,
You want the World,
and I want the Unseen.

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

Dressed in simple cotton robes, six gathered around the point of examination.

They hesitated. All were too afraid to touch such a foreign-looking living thing.

Braver than the others, one touched a branch a thumb. All followed, touching the last two trees.