Haiku #104
Little pills rattlein a golden, metal tinlike a Siren’s Song.
I like to write stuff. So I'll do it here. Hopefully it will connect to you somehow.
I’m still exploring and learning the art of the haiku through the creative struggle. Hopefully, as you read these, from my first attempts to my most recent, they’ll show genuine growth.
Little pills rattlein a golden, metal tinlike a Siren’s Song.
I need to see me, without mirrors, or photos:my soul’s truest face.
Powerlessness is: painful emotions locked inunreachable realms.
What is this silence?This vacuum of nothingnessthat shakes the soul loose.
Blue-lined horizonskimming against the sky’s edgewhispering secrets
Salty winds whipcrows cry in the distant hillssoft warnings of death