The Fog is Coming

Aimlessly she wanders
Because the wall is being built
Higher and higher
Until her neck is sore

Her skin is damp, her face cold
She doesn’t struggle
Because she knows
The fog is coming

Her steps are heavy
Her clothes are getting wet
The fog turns into water
And she is not swimming

In a circle she floats
Nowhere to go
She sees the wall now
It’s concrete and sturdily built

Looking out through the wall
She sees the murky people
The sun seems to be bright
And are they smiling?

Crunching down on her feet
She wants to weep
Tears won’t come
Because she's sunken too deep

The walls are growing
Layers around her limbs
It's too heavy
It's too heavy

More Haiku practices

Here is one:

They walk their puppies
Rico, Grace and Cody
My Henry walks me

Another one:

Accident happens
Nature trips on the canvas
No one sees color

Yet another:

Two shades of gray

Half of the bright moon shining

The memory of you

More sleepless nights and more Haiku will be practiced.  It is almost like doing some mathematical problems with a bit zen in it.

Critters and Marriage

An attempt at Haiku and verses
This is what happened when one couldn't sleep at night, eh?

Snacking in the night
These critters of the dark
Dreams sounded crunchy


Don't really know if it makes sense; but what the hell, I was just trying to kill time.


She comes to him at night
Frightened
He breathes soundly and sleepy
Deep into his dreams
Lying awake, she hears herself talking
It's nothing
Just indigestion


I thought this one is about marriage...
Or maybe just my take on marriage...