Haiku

Crisp chill of winter~
stale grey skies before the storm~
You used to love me.

redhead83402

Autumn

the geraniums are struggling now
like our love
the stoat lies squashed
flattened as our summer dreams

the sun rises like an egg
one of those watery ones
it has no heat
nay, not now

incessant rains have washed me clean
of optimism
while in her flooded burrow
the coney waits

clenched bite of weasel
sends her to the surface
full fur flying in a blur
sharp-eyed harrier has its tea

if we watered them
fed them nitrates
they would flourish
once again

with fragrant sighs and whispered murmurs
you give me hope, for the spring
give us a kiss you stupid prick
is what you say.

Dr. Maroon

Red and Blue

A strong hand reaches through the ether
It strokes my soul
My physician.
I cannot see his body, his face
But I can already taste
The impossible chemistry of his tears
Salt but frozen
I will melt the ice spike in his heart
With a heat so fierce
That tears will turn to white hot vapour
Searing shut the heart wound, now
Bejewelled with pure white crystals
And words shall vanquish numbers
Leaving us naked
Together
Swimming in a red and blue dawn.

Olivia Harris

Groups of four

You made an icicle of my tears
and stabbed me through the heart
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Recorded voice on 23.54 mega cycles
Your numbers chill me
To the bone
In groups of four
You deal out death and
Despair
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You say not naught
But always zero
To avoid confusion
In a democracy my view is equal
Not worthless
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Dr. Maroon