Haiku Collection III

Blue ink and black ink
Utensil for what we are
The blood of the soul

The chaos theory
A universal spectrum
And we are but dust

Civil through daylight
At least that’s what they would wish
Oh, sweet Juliet

Twist the truth for me
Push and pull what used to be

Haiku Collection II

Leaf shaped like a heart
Crushed under a careless heal
Small and innocent

Sit under a tree
Casually with dew drops
Be one with the Earth

Filled with clouded thoughts
Unable to think or move
It’s mal-inspired

Gnarled branch is wise
Gnarled tree is much wiser
What of a gnarled forest?

Trash left on the ground
Piles higher and higher
The Earth wastes away

Whispers in the wind
A tree makes good company
Lonely in the shade

Haiku Collection I

Crisp air fills my lungs.

The sun is bright, warm, and high.

A beautiful world.

 

Time always passes.

A bell rings to mark the hours.

Day in and day out.

 

Looking for her face,

Trying to spot a good friend.

Waiting forever.

 

A brilliant teacher.

Crafting minds like they were clay.

Babysitting job.