poems for my mother - A Haiku Compilation by Lettie

the river sings
under a heavy velvet sky
prayers to the mud gods

mocking prophet
flashing cheerful white and black
where is your mate?

Lazy hungry girl
Sells her soul to the Breville.
Tasty triangles.

Matryoshka
coming apart in my hands
spilling secrets

eternal big sister
spends crisp autumn evenings
mending broken things

a pale blue morning
the day spills its first sunbeam
shells in our pockets

Les toiles d'araignées
marquent son chemin du retour.
Un nouveau départ.

under polyester
dreamers dreaming intertwined
rest like buried treasure

rosy at the gym
elderly weightlifter breaks wind
what fresh hell

wintry wanderings
even the streetlights are tired
blinking down at me

soft satellites
orbiting absurdity
pass the time

If buds can open
delicate, drowsy, hopeful
Maybe we can too