21803

After a quarrel that occurred separately in the two heads, without saying a word, silence took over. Everyone goes on with his own truth. Would the words change anything? I don’t think so. Each of them would claim that he was right and everyone would defend his own reality. Loud voices and the hard words never solve anything. After all, we all believe in our own truths.

soothing silence
just me and a rhythm
of my breath

Linked to Carpe Diem #1174 silence

20803

I went to that concert just because I’m a mum. Although I usually think that my inner child is still teenager, I often find myself encapsulated, sulky and with symptoms of hard adulthood. Very fast a dissatisfaction follows with the questions where I have started, where I have finished and whether is there a way forward. And then, suddenly, the old Me just burst out. Like a butterfly, just like that, and stay here a day or two. Suddenly everything looks like a spring. Music in my head, music in my heart, just music. Music of my youth or music of her youth… it’s not really important.

fountain of youth – chirping sparrows share the joy

Linked to Carpe Diem #1170 fountain

20603

As always, after deceptive spring everything looks like a return of the winter. I know that all is illusion and nothing is as it seems. All in all, winter will last as long as I let her because everything is in us and we are part of everything. That’s why I’m leaving tonight. I choose some warmer days and some nicer places where the time doesn’t exist.

between two jumps
on a garden chair
grasshopper

Linked to Carpe Diem #1168 flute

20503

Seasons rotate quickly. View from my window – always same but yet so different. Sunday coffee spiced with a spoon of melancholy. In vain I try to draw the curtains wanting to sleep away this dull silence. Wind tirelessly moves them and the sunrays that penetrate through are not warm enough to keep my windows open.

cold wind 
street dust waltzing
with the leaves

Linked to Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4 keepers of the earth

Green Box (22602 revisited)

On a Sunday afternoon, I offered you a box with a beautifully shaped hand made ruby heart in it. Without opening and without any kind of curiosity you refused it, arguing that you don’t deserve gifts.

What a pity, I think, holding a small green box in my hand. I could gift someone else, many of them long for this piece of art.

What you send out, comes to you doubled, my friend.
If you don’t like what you recieve, think about what you give!

all over the sky
purple images of love
look, the sunset!

Linked to Carpe Diem #1162 Ueno Iga Province, birthplace of Basho

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P.S. I found a new way to practice my English. I just thought, maybe it doesn’t sound as bad as it sounds too me. You are free to judge by yourselves 🙂

20403

Some people could spend almost their whole lives in dreams and none will ever find out anything about them. They live them alone, in their own fancies, leaving the traces of their imaginary past on some yellow sheets of paper, numerous diaries or blogs that no one visits. Some of us have very rich inner lives. Others are very poor. Talking about me, I remember everything. I remember every single day – the day I was born, the day I died, the day when I rised up again with the spring sun many years ago. Still the same tones from my radio wake up the same mood.

March after March
can’t delete the warmth
of your eyes

Linked to #NaHaiWriMo #march

20303

My pride – my refuge and justification. Your freedom and your salvation. Be thankful to it for protecting you from your own sins! Be thankful while you cowardly stand behind a wall of silence! Barbed wire around your heart, knitted of your own fictional grief, makes of you a person not willing to give, nor to recieve.
My pride, my killer and my savior, makes me pretend that I don’t care. It makes me ignore all of my weaknesses and places me at the other side of the wall.

persiennes clatter
resisting the wind
Friday evening

Linked to #NaHaiWriMo #resist

20103

Evening stillness. After the trained speech and sucessful performance. Before the new morning which might not bring anything other than another list of plans. It’s ok, I won’t regret. I thank for the beginnings and prolong the ends. My desires in someone else’s bag still make me happy. Should I dive into the sleep tonight chatting with angels or with myself?

breath per breath
time between thoughts
becomes longer

Linked to Carpe Diem #1166 Nightflower

22802

In my dreams everything seem so real. So do you. Sometimes I’m not quite sure if something really happened or it was just a figment of my imagination. Some dreams are so beautiful that I desperately, nights and nights after, try to re-create the atmosphere and dive into them again. I rarely succeed. But they leave a deep mark. Sometimes indelible.

bud of rose
spreads its’ petals
to the sun
bathed in a morning dew
shyly for the first time

Linked to Carpe Diem #1165 roses

22702

On a table, bottles drained to the last drop and plates without any crumbs. Something inside tells me it’s time to move on. I hesitate, and although it looks like it’s warm outside, a strange shiver overcomes me. Whether from too much wine or the darkness outside, I don’t know.

last glance
long talks and hot springs
stay in my heart

Linked to Carpe Diem #1164 Onsen the hot springs of Japan

22602

On a Sunday afternoon, I offered you a box with a beautifully shaped hand made ruby heart in it. Without opening and without any kind of curiosity you refused it, arguing that you don’t deserve gifts.

What a pity, I think, holding a small green box in my hand. I could gift someone else, many of them long for this piece of art.

What you send out, comes to you doubled, my friend.
If you don’t like what you recieve, think about what you give!

all over the sky
purple images of love
look, the sunset!

Linked to Carpe Diem #1162 Ueno Iga Province, birthplace of Basho

22502

‘You’re a workaholic, aren’t you?’, she says.
‘What do you run from?’, she continues.
‘What do you mean?’
I ask, but I know what she was trying to say.
‘Some people try to find a shelter in work, preventing themselves to think about the things that don’t go very well in their lives’, she tries to explain.
‘Nah, I’m not like that!’, I smile, ‘I search for a shelter in my dreams.’

sheets of paper
all around the room
returning winter

22402

As I walk, I don’t look back at the houses that once were mine. Who knows, maybe I’ve already spent all my tears for the fond memories of the past.
I remember the old lime tree in whose shade I used to spent days and days. I pass there every day but I’m not sure if it still exists. Guess I’m old enough to look back over the past.
A shot of the bridge – proof that I walked by here. Then a test, asking for a sign.

I don’t believe, but I want so much to be wrong.

I used to live near the city church. Now I stop in front of it, making another photo of this tourist attraction.
In a shop window, beneath the town clock, a message for me hidden between the white wings.

I don’t understand you, but I just saw a miracle!

In the evening, greenery on your window beautifies a drab of the old skyscraper. Sound of music behind the closed doors.

Expectance is my lullaby.

ocek

22202

Maybe all those teachers were just right. There’s no bad occasions, maybe it’s really just our perception of everything. Every single person in our life teaches us a lesson. Sometimes we are aware of them and sometimes many years have to pass before we see the point. Many moonless nights passed before I finally decided to leave the Blackberries Field. I have never regretted.

a bridge
overgrown with grass
awakening

Linked to Carpe Diem #1161 Matsuyama City birth-place of Shiki

21702

Raindrops flow down the pink umbrella. Signposts on the crossroads and love engraved in tarmac. One naughty seagull instead of hat at the top of a statue head. Unexpected walk through the past lives. Mine or someone else’s? I don’t know, but how beautiful they are! Few stolen kisses through the narrow passages, when nobody’s looking. Sudden sound of the church bells awakens all my dormant dreams.

tossing halo
instead of bouquet
toward the sun

Linked to Carpe Diem Namasté, The Spiritual Way #3 spiritual love based on Zen Buddhism

23101

What you are you to me, I am to someone else, someone third is to you and so on. Maybe, I can’t tell this for sure, but sometimes it seems so, that we are here together only seemingly. Sometimes I think that we all live in our own worlds created silently on our own cushions. If I am wrong, can you explain how is that the words we said and that are engraved so deep in my memories never existed in yours? Oops, is it just me writing nosense again?

on a photograph
veiled top of Mt. Fuji
for me unattainable
like the hat I used to see
on a head among the clouds

Linked to Carpe Diem #1141 Japan, the journey begins