62606 Troiku

at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille

at the seashore
after the two years
sun still waits for me

wind of summer through my hair
touch of the freedom –
school bell keeps quiet

the shortest night –
sound of the keyboard
disturbs the silence

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime


Long trip without goal
or navigation.

Scratched signs,
distorted along the way.

I travel too fast,
or backwards.

Sharp curves, moonlit,
at sunrise or sunset.

Hitchhikers read destiny
on my palms.

“It has to be,” they say
and leave.

I am here
and I am not.

In a shade of angel wings
I rest and dream.

In a rearview mirror
I stealthily look at the past.

“I’ll be back again”,
I say.

But I lie.
I never leave.

Linked to Prompt 40 – Quoted #6


Sharing the earning, musicians drink their last drinks.
Quiet ballad sounds indicate a closing time.
I get up.
Without looking at the clock I know it’s time to go.
Empty cigarette box remains on the table.
Approaching the counter, I ask for a bill.
My order didn’t arrive but I will pay it anyway.
I’ve never been stingy.
It’s freezing cold outside.
And too dark.
Where was my mind?
What was I waiting for?
Scarf covers my mouth.
I’m not going to take off the gloves.
Not even if I meet someone.
Coldness knows no decency.
Anyway,I’m just a stranger here.
I won’t worry for my bad English anymore.
I keep walking, mumbling to myself.

speechless poet
looks at the empty sky
waiting for reply

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