Notes on Me and You

Small poems. Insta: @haikuaday 

[notesonmeandyou]

The day feels like days

it is warm but terrible

the wind laughs at me.

[notesonmeandyou]

Blindfolded again
the night has become cruel
I dream of sunrise.

[notesonmeandyou]

Waves become violent

and I have become sea foam

or a rock now sand.

[notesonmeandyou]

Mistaken Willow

no laughter in your branches

but no tears either.

[notesonmeandyou]

Hand me forest fires

any lesser danger, please —

I will take any.

[notesonmeandyou]

The Sphinx has retired

from all its ancient riddles

a resigned meow.

[notesonmeandyou]

I dream and wander

back to the red maple tree —

find me resting there.

[notesonmeandyou]

Unexpected rain

cold, yet accepting

serendipitous.

[notesonmeandyou]

I dream and wander

back to the red maple tree —

find me resting there.

[notesonmeandyou]

A vacant table

strawberries served with sugar

and empty laughter.

[notesonmeandyou]

Some echoes

never find ways to

fade again.

[notesonmeandyou]

A storm approaches

indefatigable clouds —

and yet the birds sing.

[notesonmeandyou]

Hand trembles —

a hurricane mind

storms forward.

[notesonmeandyou]

Warmth not far away

and we reach, we reach for it

with hands made of ice.

[notesonmeandyou]

Everything was dark

night collapsing on top of me —

then, then, a sunrise.

[notesonmeandyou]

What is it that aches

within me I do not know —

but the sun rises.

[notesonmeandyou]

And we built a nest

for all our broken pieces

and hid them somewhere.