Maxwell Blue's Oubliette:

Dark Haiku

Back to HOME PAGE


ARIZONA BEVERAGES BIT & PIECES BLOG
FOOD GAMES LITERATURE MOVIES
MUSIC QUOTES REFERENCES RELIGION


POEM LIST

THEY ARE CALLED HAIKU -- 5 - 7 - 5

 

A soul might extend

But the body is brittle

Life is but passing

 


Very cold comfort.

All thru dark nights and bright days.

She always follows.

 

("She" is Death and Death is a young, friendly women that was created by Neil Gaiman. The character appeared in the comic book series call "The Sandman". The Character Death also appeared in her own story that was titled "Death: The High Price of Living".) This is what she look like.

This is a link to the book.

 


Sands slip through the glass

Hours fade into minutes

Words blur with seconds.

 


The bringer of death,

Has a kindness about her,

Face of poetry.

 


Moonlight in her eyes.

A steady calm on her face.

Few moments give peace.

 


Thoughts speak no reason

And always lead to despair

Darkness has its way

 


Cannot death be sweet?

New and fresh free of despair

A kind friendly face

 


Try happy endings

Even when they don’t apply

Hope might find a way

 


Falling forever,

Far down a pit of despair,

Away from the light.

 


Raindrops on lush leaves

Dark clouds loiter overhead

Absent is the sun

 


Wishing I am dead

Melody keeps repeating

A song in my head

 


Questions keep coming

Teetering on disaster

Hope spinning away

 


If I were to fall

Hit the hard floor and scatter

The broken pieces

 


Into the sunlight

Climbing just a bit higher

To dream a new dream

 


Was caught in quicksand

As minutes dwindle to none

With gradual pace

 


A soul might extend

But the body is brittle

Life is but passing

 


With Death smiling

Filling up the bottom glass

And kept close at hand

 


Can’t win every move

Sometimes things will end badly

You can count on that

 


In absentia

I'm carrying on without you

Wishing you no harm

 


Ameliorate

The state of my soul within

The shape of my heart

 


Thoughts nettle my mood

Fears in the peripheral

Death is laconic

 


Whispers come at night

While dreams travel by day

She is close at hand

 


The moment slips by

For time will not wait for me

She always follows

 


Ever so nearby

I sense her watchful presence

In all that I do

 


Circling the end

Beliefs don’t aid any plans

When dark thoughts corrupt

 


Austere attitudes

Will pester my cheerful mood

When I am thinking

 


Turn to her often

Lost in the black of the night

She always follows

 


My thoughts betray me

As she whispers in my ear

One sweet delusion

 


A simple terror

I’m faced every single day

With an empty white

 


The witching hours

Before the daily sunrise

Stirs the soul silly