Ten Haiku Poems
Kids in the middle
Like piles of autumn leaves
Pretty and fragile
A chilly wind howls,
words of my apology
cold and hollow now.
Fireflies appear
and they glow for each other,
my light is out now.
The spring route is strange,
new paths to school and to work,
departure from a new home.
Are there things I miss,
like our jam-packed family trips?
The price must be paid
It was a cruel cold
the first night in my new place,
warmth of only one.
fireflies tonight
my daughter catches them slow
saving one for you
Do I regret it
The winter I walked away
Or the years I stayed
On opening day
Spring training gives way to war
Diamond as a court
I want more in life
Jump in waves on sunny days
Why is it a crime
F.S. Blake is a Bronze Star decorated U.S. Army Veteran and Pushcart Prize nominated poet. He is a published photographer, traveler, advanced SCUBA diver, philanthropist, entrepreneur, and proud husband and father. He has poems published or forthcoming in The Military Review, Welter at University of Baltimore, San Pedro River Review, Cathexis Northwest Press, Persimmon Review, and The Main Street Rag, among others.
His chapbooks, Terminal Leave, Above the Gold Fields, and The Few Drops Known are available from Finishing Line Press. His full-length poetry collection, Forever or a Week is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. His poetry career began during his sister’s wedding.
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