Haiku #205

205.

A life suspended in time

And in space, abeyance.

Dancing somewhere else.

Haiku #203

203.

That year, old OCDs
Existentially challenged me
On 724 occasions.

Haiku #202

202.

This, once marshland.
Now a peatless imprint
Of supply and demand.

Haiku #201

201.

Time and Space ended,
Reality apprehended.
What rest is art.

Haiku #200

200.

Sometimes, you can feel the change;

Hands behind the clouds,

Pulling the rain.

Haiku #197 – #199

197.

This is how separation begins.

A kernel of pain,

A dystrophic wing.
198.

The ticking of
A spider, summer,

In my sinew sticks.
199.

A power station emerges,

Like a picture, 1960s,

And then disappears.

Haiku #196

196.

I survived my life
As it flashed in review,
In reverse, before my eyes.

 

Haiku #191 – #195

191.

July begins,
But not suffering.
A fat magpie fluffs its wings.

192.

Verbena boxed
By canes and string.
Nature knows parameters.

193.

A bystander, limted
by their word,
Will not disrupt or intervene.

194.

I saw flames in the carpet.
Summer sends its messages
To my subconscious, anon.

195.

These messages thrust
Upwardly the threat
Of my own complacency.