Category Archives: Feel the word, Miss Desire!


There is something sweet in the longing and uncertainty. When you finally get to the top and you look down, everything that frightened you before suddenly looks nicer somehow. Expectation and sweet stage fright, butterflies in your belly. Now you long for that feeling again – to feel just for a moment, sweet trembling and a fear of the unknown.


I feel like it’s time for some changes and the new beginnings.

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from the first spark to ash

Linked to Carpe Diem’s Renga Challenge #2 logged tree

Maybe this doesn’t fit the prompt, but this is what I got 🙂


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“A little girl like you shouldn’t be out after 7 pm”, I said when I noticed her chestnut eyes glued on me.

“When I was a kid, I had to be in bed just after the cartoon. You know, a cartoon was starting at 7:15 and it never lasted more then 5 minutes. Look at the clock! It shows 19:19 and you haven’t brushed your teeth yet”, I continue to preach.

She stands there, saying nothing, just looking at me and making me feel that I owe her something.

It must be that I’ve disappointed her somewhere along the way. I wish if could find out exactly when and where. I would put the most wonderful smile on her face again, I promise.

in the sky
pole star


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in the night breeze
open petals 

down the petals 

na noćnom povetarcu
raširene latice

niz latice
kapi kiše


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Posted by on 12/05/2018 in Feel the word, Miss Desire!


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H(aibun) H(aiga) H(aiku)


If he was alive, James Dean and I would celebrate our birthdays on the same date. When I was young, I was really proud of that fact and very often I quoted a famous statement connected to him: “Live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse.” Of course, I never wanted to die young, but I liked those charisma and the rebellion that shined from him.

How strongly I disagree nowadays! Die young and leave a good looking corpse? Beauty is something that shines from within and that’s the only way for me to measure someone’s charisma. Some people become old in the young age and some are young with the gray hair and wrinkles all over the skin.

At some point of my life, I found myself very old, almost dead. Then I woke up again with the spring sun and no intention to return back into the winter dream.

wooden boat
waiting for a sailor
May after May



“Write a poem about me”, he begged. “Are you my prince?”, I asked. “You’ll never find out if you don’t kiss me”, he replied. At that moment, I noticed a dead dragonfly under the dock.

goodbye frog!
I give up
on haiku

draft message 
waits to be deleted
new moon


almost midnight
sound of brakes
through the window




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32804 one-bun

At the end

of a journey, I realize that all my attempts to write a right thing failed because, as always, I read what was written in my mind but not on the screen

sudden rain – her tears dried up long ago

Linked to Carpe Diem #1420 Tears (one-bun)


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I can’t exactly remember when some of my dreams turned into reality, but it’s strange how they suddenly ceased to be dreams. And then – what? A man without dreams is like a rose without petals. Only thorns, dried up, left to frighten ill-intentioned fingers.

Someone wise wrote: “If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.” I haven’t seen this warning earlier or maybe I was just too young to understand so I’ve cut some buds here and there, I admit.

in a mild breeze
drops of dew

Linked to Carpe Diem #1419 Rose Garden (kikobun)


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I’m my own teacher and an apprentice.

in the bushes along the road – signposts

Linked to Carpe Diem #1417 apprentice (one-bun)


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Without a joke, spring breaks through the old wooden fence.

following the scent of lilac – a restless heart


Linked to Carpe Diem #1415 Perfume of Spring (one-bun)


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The gate closed behind me and once again, an old goalkeeper in a glass hut sinked into a dream in front of his black-and-white monitor.
As I drive back, I breathe deeply, trying to pull into myself even the thinest sun’s ray that runs through the still bare branches.
Then I stop and stand in front of the familiar stone wall. Fingering over the letters, I read once more the well-known rules.
Sometimes it takes so little for happiness – a couple of warm words and a kiss for a good morning.

plum brandy
and a rising sun
balms for a wound

Linked to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #5 scent of plum blossoms


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