Haiku & Photography

Rapture Gold

1,011.

My midnight sun grasps,

Hands alive and warm through the

Cold hours of the dark.

~

1,012.

Clouds, silvered with Dawn

Are the envy of Stones; They

Dream of weightlessness.

~

1,013.

Trying not to

Curse at other drivers; I

Might cut my tongue out.

~

1,014.

Bounty of gold, skies

Clear; the spirit of summer

Lingers into fall.

~

1,015.

Red balloon, loosed to

The atmosphere, makes spiral

Play of winds and cloud.

~

1,016

The block and Neptune’s

Breath balance my weight from

Mercury and Mars.

~

1,017.

Sunday steams and suds;

The Laundromat is packed this

Early hour.

~

1,018.

The way your skin is

Drawn makes incense of the mind,

Climate of the heart.

~

1,019.

Looking east, Mountain

Wears a crown of light. The sun

Rises.  Summer ebbs.

~

1,020

There’s art and terror,

Walking those fine lines between

Subversion and hate.

13 thoughts on “Haiku & Photography

  1. Oh, wow, Ryan. Love these. I chuckled at this line:

    “I Might cut my tongue out.”

    I have never liked Haiku as much as when you write them. You make them so accessible, yet still so poetic and beautiful too.

    So thank you. :)

    • Thank you!

      Seriously – I have an atrocious potty-mouth when I’m driving. I try to stop but it’s so hard. Lol.

      Thank you thank you thank you.

      When I started this practice I wanted the haiku to take the place of my Facebook status. As such, I really tried to keep the language realistic and natural while engaging in the poetic. I’m glad you find them accessible – that was the goal.

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