Haikus from an Open Mic prompt

 

age-coated grounding

rough clasps march through time

refusal to fail

strength under strain

defying time and tide

Atlas would be moved

storm tossed craft

rock burrowing bow

what need then these links?

ostrich boat

hiding its head

from the sun

derrière upright

publicly exposed

shameless

transport for thousands

now in makeshift dry dock

proudly it would float

water there was

pit there is

baked relic

ungainly tripod

sticks, hull, and crossed fingers

unlikely embrace

points set on flat

appointed future failure

stave rots underneath

trees call to poles

brothers, how do you fare?

so far so good

hardening coast 

forest retreats

metal root holds fast

bedrock to boulder

then to pebbles and sand

and always the chain

wood, rock, metal

utilitarian brown

incomplete bleaching

forcibly retired

seeks gainful employment with

reimbursed travel