Ben Dwyer – Page 92 – haiku.blog

A new day a new haiku

You are in red leaves

You are in little trees, you

Are in everything

17th October 2019
The years fade away

Only memories remain

There’s no going back

16th October 2019
So now we’re somehow

Swimming through cyclamen seas

Sublimely saline

15th October 2019
Wherever I go

Or when I walk through the past

You are always there

14th October 2019
Now I’ve gone to seed

Another invasive weed

Scattered on the breeze

13th October 2019
Weeds are just flowers

That are still looking out for

The right place to grow

12th October 2019
Floating lost at sea

Though I try to change myself

Some things never change

11th October 2019
Deep down in the pit

My yearning churning stomach

I know I’m toxic

10th October 2019
Brambles start to rust

And then vanish in a gust

Summer turns to dust

9th October 2019
My empty seed head

Dried up beyond usefulness

And falling slowly

8th October 2019
Between the raindrops

We wind our wet way upwards

Where will the ends meet?

7th October 2019
Roam the countryside

Somewhere my roots can take hold

Where do I belong?

6th October 2019
Focus on the good

And the rest will fade away

Time will tell the truth

5th October 2019
Flowers always bloom

Even if nobody sees

So don’t hide away

4th October 2019
Strains of an old tune

Carry me back through the years

I feel just the same

3rd October 2019
In the autumn glow

Where the wilder branches grow

Let everything go

2nd October 2019
As the days fly by

Something is eating at me

Could I be more free?

1st October 2019
As time drips away

Seconds to hours to days

There is no present

30th September 2019
Into the distance

Between green fields and grey clouds

I’m still holding on

29th September 2019
Sometimes good ideas

Don’t survive in the real world

And it’s no one’s fault

28th September 2019
Old footprints ploughed up

Straight lines across the landscape

We forge a new path

27th September 2019
In the fresh long hope

Of early morning shadows

The new day unfurls

26th September 2019
Dark dew on rose hips

A recurring memory

A question answered

25th September 2019
A rainy graveyard

Is being here without yew

Worth being at all?

24th September 2019