Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are is my second version of this prompt:
history waves a
red flag of warning to our
present bullish selves.
history ground swell —
the ghosts of corpses we walk on —
seem like clouds today.
history listens,
sad, at our present wailing,
knowing we did not.
history smothers
the future, creating new
present paths unseen.
history sleeping.
No lessons to give today.
And nobody cares.
history killer
has the same blood as before
on arrogant hands.
the history of
depression: patient zero
suffering somewhere.
the history of
my depression: latent mime
who communicates.
the history of
a book — its smell, its pages —
tells its own story.
history of us
in a book neither of us
want to open now.
Milam's Musings 