Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
Here is a secret:
depression never retires.
An open secret.
I need to retire
my memory of us, you —
but still not ready.
retire me — nothing
left to give, running on fumes.
a husk of a void.
the heart never gets
to retire, always beating
until one day not.
When I retire, I
will spend my days reading books —
all the ones I missed.
When I retire, I
wonder if my manic brain
will retire also.
When I retire, I
want to never stop writing —
the pen won’t run dry.
When I retire, I
hope to see more of the world
beyond my own head.
The bee only seems
to retire when losing its
stinger — a sad fate.
The lion retires
when his mane begins to gray,
and his feet grow tired.
