under

under

an angry sky

life

time

words

rain

puddles drying 

in the night

despite their love

of light

Reviews

[...]

That's so true. Life, time, words, rain - nothing seems to change a thing. We only have control over what we do. Sometimes, I think "love" needs to learn a lesson or two - it's been insensitive for too long.

[Siddhartha]

Helplessness, resignation. Do what you can but fate almost always wins.

[piggy]

so, loving but not bothering to bother about it.

i guess a good lie on the couch is an attractive alternative.

[Kesha]

Wow, so stunningly beautiful :) What a great poem :)

[W.k.kortas]

What good haiku should be, minus the form of course (which is probably a good thing.)

[Elizabeth]

I can see the raindrops made of words collecting in puddles... and then eventually giving in. And drying up. Sometimes love isn't enough. I love this.

[.]

simple but true

[arbitrary jane]

dried up puddles of words, longing for light. ... yep.

[Ed Hart]

under....stand

[Robin]

since I arrived here before Emily - Wow