some haikus

.LandscapeDrawn.
Block print carved hard wood
patient lines create story.
The paths we choose.

.Rivets.
Iron rain rattles
puddles grow to grey oceans.
Bullying downpour.

.Iceburg.
The Titanic sails
large iceburg can opener.
frozen pea souls drown.

yes we bellowed

Communication through these overland cables

bond us together,

ropes on what we heave

record our shared fables.

Bind fast, tight,

together we fight.

Neither pirates or castaways

this world nation will be ours

our armardas victorious day.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed,

shout filled sails.

Our tortured wails

carries us forward

our common man fellow.

Polluted salt water quenches our draining thirst

under a flag united,

storm creeps closing in

these roles we have rehearsed.

arms to deck,

will not ground wont wreck.

neither pirates or castaways

this world nation will be ours

our armardas victorious day

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed,

shout filled sails.

Our tortured wails

carries us forward

our common man fellow.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed.

Yes we bellowed,

yes we bellowed.

sail to you haiku

.Pond/Ocean.
Sunburnt skin peeling
shirt donated for a sail.
I will get to you.