haiku – Page 19

Haiku: Put

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.

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.