Category Archives: Days In The Blackberries Field



It was a brief trip to the past. Sleepless nights, riots on the streets, the first win, then a silence, big illusions born on the pillow, the fireworks, deillusion… She was all alone, but the hotel bed was cosy and she didn’t notice that anything was missing. A few drinks in a bar and the feeling of pleasure. She pretented that she enoyed the conversations, although she didn’t listen anything. She was intoxicated with the sense of freedom and it’s only that matters. Step further and she was in the field, allowing the moonlight to reflect in her hair, dancing to the sound of the warm wind till infinity and beyond. Suddenly, a thunder stroke, a fall and awakening. Awakening, that came with a big A on the sky screen. Once. Than once again.

two eyes
glued on the window glass
waiting for a dawn

Linked to Carpe Diem #1232 past regrets and future fears


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waiting for a dawn
petals by the window

Linked to Carpe Diem #1300 The Rose


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footprints in the snow
or melted

on a departure
don’t look back!


Linked to Carpe Diem #1299 Snow On The Desert


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20610 – Troiku

ancient warriors
no winners
on a battlefield

between battle and peace
a silence
along the wall

writing haiku
I fight the death
in my way

Linked to Carpe Diem Weekend-meditation #5 Troiku ancient warriors

For creating this Troiku, I used a modern Haiku made by our host:

ancient warriors
between battle and peace
writing haiku

© Chèvrefeuille


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Once upon a time, there was a hotel in a center of the capital and one secret room in it. The door had no keys, but it would be automatically locked as soon as someone entered.

She has never been there, but she heard so many stories about it. In her imagination, when the night falls, she was able to see a silvery moonlight rolling all over the silky overlay.

Every evening, passing by the street, in a summer garden of a restaurant next to the hotel, she was looking for a familiar face that she has seen once on a blurry picture. He had a strange name. Divided into the syllables, it meant “With Peace”.

He never gave her a peace.

‘What a coincidence’, she thought when a tram number two making its’ last lap, took her right there, to the same hotel, in the company of a man who had a strange accent and a strange name that sounds almost like his.

sudden blossom
does the winter leave
or all is a dream?

Linked to Carpe Diem #1297 White Hand of Moses


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rainy cloud
behind a lipstick
October sky

echoes from the other side
keeps reminding to forget

Linked to Carpe Diem #1291 Remembering to Forget (by Karunesh)


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21307 – Cherita 3

summer afternoon

drawers full of
useless little things

I clear away
a wardrobe
of past



Why are you waking me up? It’s almost 40 already and I’m not going anywhere from here. You know that I talk nonsense before the first morning coffee! I really don’t care what’s happening in the Valley of Blackberries and I believe that none from there remembers my name.
I’ve already got used to this calm shade of pines and my swing tangled between the two trees. I can lay here all day and night, enjoying the sunrise, with the headphones on my ears and a pencil in my hand.
Don’t wake me up!

after the kingfisher
trembling circles 
all that remains

Linked to Carpe Diem #1219 Kingfisher (Kawasemi)


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drawing halo
around the moon

Linked to Carpe Diem #1218 Solar Eclipse


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silver moonlight
checking tasks off
to-learn list

Linked to Carpe Diem #1216 moonlight

sudden meeting
face in the mirror
without empathy

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