Crying in the night-
A young girl mourns
Her lost love
Slender fingers almost broken
Within a lover's grip
Afraid to let go
A string of red flowers
Climbs up the deck
Choking the tomatoes
Breaking glass
A tinkling in the night
Just before the sirens
The man who fell to earth
Battered, broken, and bloody
A god forgotten
Faded yellow flowers
Crackle in the flames
Blowing away n the night
Trembling lips
Almost touching
Parted with a sigh
my favorite haiku of all time is by a poet who goes by "mother soul":
he say poetry
is only to be written,
until i kissed him.
that simple sentence has so much power and such a story in it, i think.
You've mentioned that a few times.
I cracked 650 hours reading.