Haiku Dreams

Problems of the day

transform into wisps of light

dreams dissolve in the night

Logic is lost, in the swirl of night dreams.  Silent moments when the brain heals, dancing carelessly in gray shadows.  Hours pass.  Warm yellow sunlight spills through the frosty cold glass of a bedroom window.  Exceptional tales of the night are lost in waking moments.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert


Blue Pen Haiku

A blue pen lays on my wooden desk.  Its soul is encased in transparent plastic shell.  The tube of thick blue ink is a pipeline for my creativity to flow onto the page.  Imprinting my words into immortal tales.  “What was it like to be human?”  Writing; a mighty force indeed.

Breath captured, by her.

Love rises in a white cloud.

My heart sings her name.

Fingers dance softly,

on lovers skin. Goosebumps.

Must I go to work?

Hot sweet  swirl.  Coffee.

Thick book. Crisp pages.  Author long gone.

As I read, he lives.

Dusty red stone path.

Blue sky.  Cold wind. Summer fades.

Mountain Man walking.

Rusty roof.  Dying old truck.

Young son.  Middle aged dad.

Memories are born.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert