Month: December 2015
Haiku 37
the soft wind dances
between my waiting fingers
your absence biting
Water Rising
Waiting to be alone
You chatter on, words with no meaning
floating endlessly from your mouth.
Can’t you see the tears forming
behind this tired smile. I wait to be alone.
Then in a blink I’m drowning.
Washing day (the absence of socks)
Cold kitchen floor
harsh stone pierce
srunched toes
long for soft warm sand
running in the summer
Patch up
Hole in my jeans. Patched up with left over material, the colour slightly off. It fixed them for a while, though now my finger slips through the seams. Picking at the fabric in the quiet times. Ready to unravel, expose what’s beneath.
Haiku 36
A moment to last
302 steps, thereabouts
Early morning, winter air. I walk to your house. The familiar route a comfort. I pull my coat tight, dig my hands into my pockets. Walk past homes as they wake, lights flicking on. Kettles boiling. Days beginning.
It used to be I had somewhere to go, somewhere to be. Not anymore. Not since that day. The ice glistens on the pavements as I make my way, slipping on the black. Danger we don’t see.
I stop at the corner. Your house is sat in darkness. A shadow beneath the glowing street light. Today I don’t linger but turn into the biting wind.
I’d be back tomorrow. I knew the way.
Haiku 35
night in the morning
dark as Whitby jet, I long
for the winter sea