Beyond Time

My soul feels how far
it has travelled, a lonely,
dark road, to today;
the ages weigh heavy, since
we clasped hands, on a far shore.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

incompetent king
impotent to fix problems
can't but deny them

bankruptcy's oft his next tool
but grace won't likely follow

#tanka #haiku #senryu #poem #ShortPoem #SmallPoem #SmallPoems #economy #climate #denial #ClimateDenial #censorship #bankruptcy #oligarchy #incompetence #incompetent #forgiveness #grace #rebellion #collapse

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Together

When will the void blaze
to the destruction of time,
and the end of space –
so we may burn, forever
one, in glorious union?

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Not a full monty
I'm going full maple now
Pass the syrup please
A little pat of butter
For the melting full moon trick

#dailyhaikuprompt - full moon - maple
#tanka #haiku #poetry

Where?

I don’t know if Hope
spreads her wings at dawn, or hides
in the night’s shadows;
but, somewhere, between Luna
and Sol, she will break darkness.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Lethe

The sky is silent,
cold, and the wind, no more, bears
flames, from my sunset;
will I forget this pain, when
I dissolve to dust, again?

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Where do you go to?
Every time I reach for you,
you are never there

I suspect you hide away,
so I can’t depend on you

とうめいな鶴になりたい　雨つぶをまとったときにだけあらわれる　／袴田朱夏
#短歌 #tanka #ShukaHakaTanka

Quimérico químico.

https://write.as/micromusas/quimerico-quimico

Meeting

I have met your ghost
walking in Spring sunshine, while
you slept in your life;
I spoke of desires, beyond
time, that we must follow, home.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Tramp Tramp Tramp
Haikus go marching on...

#HaikuaDay #haiku #tanka #compilation

https://ambientdread.wordpress.com/2025/04/01/march-2025/

Three Paths in the Night

I carry, within,
strange chants, hidden in midnight
mist-shrouded woodland;
do not disturb these dark dreams,
unless howling hounds call you

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Rebels

We are creatures, lost
outside of all conventions
of time’s illusion;
dreams, our guide to memory
hidden, in our deepest selves.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Idyll

Tell me of a place
where we may rest, in safety,
at peace, and alone;
if we dream hard enough, will
we find our home there, at last?

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Cold, rain, misspellings
on handmade protest posters,
those don’t matter now.
Signs, chants, shouts might change nothing,
but we will not be silent.

Shipwreck

My heart, once so proud,
was wrecked on a moonlit shore,
and is no more mine;
it was torn on rocks of time,
and claimed by tides of desire.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025