Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Black Clouds and Haikus

Black clouds, black edges
The future, a memory
Infinite blankness

Troubled mind in grief
Blue concave shapes of sorrow
A lone eagle glides

Slippery roads glide
Mocking masks breathing contempt
Black dog licks cold feet

Echoing jeers
bounce off cold merciless walls
Blossoms in concrete

The smell of wet blood
Malevolent bubbles form
A child holds my hands

A fermenting thought
An accelerating clock
A welcoming void

How then shall this end?
cold steel disguised in soft words
The Eagle takes flight

1 comment:

Pincushion said...

This too shall pass...
it always does..

beautifully written!