Haiku of Heartbreak
minimalist aesthetic of Matsuo Basho
Chipped porcelain song,
Cracked melody of laughter,
Lost notes in the dust.
Raindrops on window,
Mirrored tears blur distant hills,
Empty chair sighs long.
Faded photograph,
Smiling faces, time-worn edges,
Aching in the heart.
Autumn leaves swirl down,
Crimson echoes stolen kisses,
Fallen dreams lie cold.
Moonlit empty swing,
Rustling chains whisper secrets,
Waiting for your touch.
Winter's frosted bough,
A single teardrop frozen bright,
Love's unspoken pain.
Sun sets on empty road,
Footprints fade in fading light,
A journey alone.
Candle flame flickers,
Casting shadows on the wall,
Loneliness burns deep.
Silent snowfall drifts,
Covering wounds the heart holds close,
Healing white and pure.
Fragile butterfly,
Wings torn, dreams cannot take flight,
Hope still beats within.
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This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!