whisper of sea
after the storm
I should have stayed on the balcony a little longer. Yesterday was a pleasant night after the seven days of the real tropical heat that was hard to stand. But, I decided to go to bed instead and as it usually happens, after the second ‘breath in’ I fell asleep. Fortuntely, I typed a haiku on my cell phone before I drifted away. So much of the spiritual me…
in rainbow sombrero
It was very unusual dream, because by nature, I am not a person who yells and expresses my thoughts in affect. So, no wonder that everyone around me was surprised and looked at me completely confused. Yet, it was a great feeling. To bump all papers on a table and to shout out very loud: “Enough! I deserve better!” When you do it in your mind, you really get an incredible power!
a smell of storm
fulfills the air
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
all that remains
Linked to Carpe Diem #1219 Kingfisher (Kawasemi)
checking tasks off
Day One – wrinkled beddings and the scent of lavender that fullfils the air
Day Two – nothing but the fluffy dreams scattered on the pillow
Day Three – scarf of silence lightly spreads across the bare shoulders
Day Four – on the other side, new day is born
Day Five – whole world fits into the poem and a few tones
Day Six – nothingness and the empty hands extended to infinity
singing about the distance
bird in a cage
7th day in July always was one of the most important days in the year. Primarily because it was her birthday and she was one of the most loved persons in my life. If there was a luck, she would turn 93 today but she didn’t. Well, they say that we all choose a moment when our souls are ready to leave so I believe them. Still, I hope that she looks at me from above and protect me as she always did. We will meet one day again, won’t we?
float in the sky
which one is yours?
Silence of the summer nights brings some strange calmness. I entertain the angels on my shoulder playing with the little bubbles of smoke. On a round table, a cup with the inscription “Coffee Time”. It’s too late, I know, but who cares about the unwritten rules?! Certainly not me! Going through my old poems I search for the words that would free out the sun trapped inside of me, but unsuccessfully. Never mind, sometimes it’s better to remain silent.
every word about you
gives you immortality