haiku from the deep blue

Five, seven, and five,

Seven haiku on breathing

In water and light.

Primrose Field at Sunset

Yellow flowers bloom

Golden in the dying light,

New fire as old fades.

A Haiku

The red sun rises

Up in a blaze of glory;

But soon, it must set.

Haiku?

I don't want to die.

There's so much I want to do,

I am not dead yet.

Grey

Raindrops on my face—

It's only rain, nothing else—

Grey skies, greyer eyes.

Fruit Poem

I dream often of

Fruit—the scent of oranges,

And the taste of rot.

Haiku From the Deep Blue

You smile a shark's smile,

Teeth glinting in the moonlight

Like pearls round my neck.

(Art: Monk by the Sea, 1809, by Caspar David Friedrich)

Haiku have always been easy, somehow comforting; a go-to, for nights when I feel like I haven't written anything in months (often, it's because I really haven't written anything in months), something I can write in a few minutes and feel proud of, because there, that's a Thing that I have Written, it even has a form, I can Write!
It feels nice. Here's my comfort.

So yes, here I decided to put six of them together, with a seventh one to tie them off—from golden sunlight to grey to deep, deep blue. And some fruit, of course. Always fruit.