#362 of 365 – 5 Haiku

5 Haiku

 

steel clouds, so heavy

with the weight of yesterday’s

dreams―yet to come true

 

 

clouds, pregnant and low

dark sky choking back the rain

tears behind my eyes

 

 

God smothered under

the misery of silence

when prayer goes still

 

 

warm, sublime; where I

want to be when life hurts; the

smell of her baking

 

 

raw cold and shaking

spirit, sweating and confused

craving some belief

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #362 of 365 – 5 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Mixed bag — Good, Better, Goodest! But I love them all, with the fourth being my favorite. The warmth and the baking angle appeared in one of my haiku weeks and weeks ago but I never get enough! (The third one needs a little help. Either “prayer goes…” or “prayers go…” but not “prayers goes,” Thus sayeth the grammar guru of all the earth!) :p ❤

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