haiku – Page 3 – Press Send Poetry

turn the other cheek (haiku)

you can find out why
when the night smacks you around
… you know, you know… begin.

at 4 am it
seems like a razor slices
the narrowest vein.

till ribbons of silk
take to the road on camel
leaving naught but dust.

the dark place lurks close
behind — in front — it aims to
catch me in its jaws.

In one instance all
that defined your life before
disappears to ash.

This ash is richly
sewn by threads, wove tight on frame –
ready to spin gold.

creak the casebound open
bury nose deep, inhale more
tradition old, rich

pages, each begging
like American beauties
perfuming the yard.

hazy halos form
everywhere like a sky of
angels, still blurry.

clouds are a soft grey
zibeline scarf choking the
neck of the city.

soft leather, pillows
reach, wrap, magically take me
as their own – day ends.

wine bottle tenor
singing “Ballarina -a”
to a dim lit floor.

(to some, this is a perfect evening – you know who you are)

i like a cold wind
reminds my bones rattling
what it feels to live.