#282 of 365 – 5 Haiku

5 Haiku



time filters away

every single objection

I have to living




I dreamt that I was

falling into the future

then it was morning




the older I get

it seems, the more important

my childhood becomes




strange birth; consciousness

in the axis of space; a

dream of beginnings




july dusk; carried

on the breath of stars and heat

and roses braided




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #282 of 365 – 5 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Five absolute, outta the park home runs! The last one I simply have no superlatives to do it justice. But “breathtaking” is close enough!

  2. T. D. Davis says:

    I really like the first one!

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