A Collection of Haikus, Part 1

Written by: Bob Brumfield

Trust

In his hand is mine

His arm outstretched his grip firm

I’ll call him papa

Drought

Shimmering desert

Land scoured by wind and sand

Waiting for the rain

Goal

Reaching for the prize

In my mind’s eye all is lost

Finding solace rare

Comrades

We shared a common foe

An enemy oft unseen

Why fight each other

Fall

Sad when trees shed leaves

Majestic, are they standing

In years passing by

Friend

There is one closer

Loyal is he in troubles

We can’t all be him

Hate

Hotly my blood flows

Amity is not my cause

Unease is my plight

Safety

Is the ice too thin?

I’ll put it to the test now

How stupid is that?

Tombs

Graveyards speak volumes

Inscribed are lives lived and lost

Don’t walk on my grave

Sloth

I languish alone

Idleness my heart’s desire

I’m lost in my thoughts

Lava

In its core, mountains

From its bowels crests are formed

Scarlet rivers flow

Pegasus

Graceful steed prancing

His noble head held proudly

No saddle for it

Brightness

Light shines forth in day

Sunrays illuminate the skies

Clearly, I see now

Boundaries

It’s my neighbor’s land

Its verdant dales, flowered fields

Coveting what’s his

Vortex

Spinning endlessly

In a whirlpool of desire

Craving is futile

The Prize

Jumping life’s hurdles

In a race that will not end

Quick to exhaustion

Fiction

Stories well written

Introduction, plot, ends well

Read at one’s leisure

Pledge

Promise to uphold

Honesty above all things

Putting ones trust there

Art

Painting in the skies

With a brush no man can hold

The rainbow dissolves

Question

To study life’s meaning

Gleaning unsearchable truths

Back where I started

Dreaming

How soon life is past

Dreams glad or sad define our lives

Wishing all were joy

                                

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