Three Haiku Poems – Broodish

Collage by Poet Rummager

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Bram Stoker, Dracula

Loneliness will sit
in a corner of my room –
brooding and childish.

She’ll rock in my chair –
combing droopy wings all night.
She won’t be quiet.

I’ll toss and I’ll turn –
scaring sleep away and watch
night burn into day.