Haiku #34

So I’ve been posting haiku one at a time as I write them over on tumblr, and now that I’ve got a few I figure it’s time to collect them here.

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Untitled

Sometimes words fail me.

They jumble, crumble, turn to

Dust as they spill out.

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Unrequited

Always, I miss you.

And yet, when we’re together,

I feel so alone.

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Breath

And maybe we were

Fast and fleeting as a sigh,

But at least we breathed.

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Untitled

I look in your eyes

And know what drowning feels like,

Breathless and alive.

(originally part of a larger piece)

~Michael Vest

Haiku 33

Smiles

In the quiet we hear

Unspoken apologies.

Smiles return to us.

 

Midnight

Another midnight,

Another day spent wasting.

“Tomorrow,” we sigh.

 

Lost

I walk in the back,

Following, lost in my head.

Silence is easy.

 

Gray

Gray sky cold and wet.

Winter settles once again

To brood for a day.

 

Old Man

Hands taken idle,

The man sits and thinks and waits.

Death is a long sigh.

 

Bleak

Why do thoughts turn grim

When fed on love and kindness?

Why see life so bleak?

 

(Not Even a Little Bit) Weekly Haiku 32

So NaNoWriMo happened, and as a result haiku didn’t. But now it’s not, so they can. Or something.

Haze

The sky a dim haze,

All cloud and orange city glow.

Then wind sweeps away…

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Cold

The cold grips me tight,

Sinking deep within my flesh.

A soft breath of wind.

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Silence

Silence covers me

Like a warm quilt in winter.

Alone, I can think.

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Still

Wind chimes and water

Fill the air with soft music.

Summer lingers still.

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Ideology

One mind follows first,

Then on and on more tumble.

Like a storm, they rise.

 

~Michael Vest

Weekly Haiku 31

Still Sick

So much is waiting,

But I sit, too tired to move;

The day trickles by.

Mistakes

Alone in my bed

I echo the day’s events,

Each mistake laid bare.

Moon

On the roof we lay,

Staring up at starry depths;

A quiet moon rises.

     

Sigh

Dead leaves stain the ground;

A cool breeze carries autumn

Like a gentle sigh.

(Sort of) Weekly Haiku 30

Peaceful Sky

Warm light, long shadows;

Dark, distant clouds on the edge

Of a peaceful sky.

Noise

Suburban soundtrack;

Menagerie of noise fused

In toneless song.

Oasis

Hot, wet oasis

Amidst winter’s arid chill;

Shower wash me warm.

Harbingers

A gray sky rumbles;

Crows feast on the offered seed

And squawk prophecy.

Woodpecker

Spark of red bobbing

In a canopy of green;

A bird, house hunting.

All haiku copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest

~NekoShogun

Weekly Haiku 29

Love Bugs

Love bugs swarm, then die.

Tiny corpses fill the ground

And bake in the sun.

Editing

After days, you see

All your work so far is crap.

Coffee black as ink.

Poem

This is a good poem;

This is a very good poem.

You like this po-em.

Rage

Rage seethes just below,

Waiting for its chance to strike;

Clenched fist, bitten tongue.

Rain

I smile at the rain;

The downpour lifts my spirits

With its steady song.

I’m putting this at the bottom so as not to bias anyone before reading, but I feel like this week’s haiku aren’t really up to scratch (especially Poem). It might just be the mood I was in when I wrote them, but they feel kinda meh to me, so apologies. Also for the lateness. Yeah…

All haiku copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest

~NekoShogun