Σάββατο, Απριλίου 16, 2011

Six attempts to haiku

(detail from a painting by G. Richter)


Winter solstice/

the light of color black

our recurrence.


Turning tides/

placing polished pebbles/

back under water.


Winter holds—/

I force the last hot drops/

from this teabag.


Of the tall tree/

growing from my worst writings/

talk to me.


Summer solstice/

long forgotten snowflakes/

melt in my palm.


My gravestone/

flocks of migrating butterflies/

cover the by-dates.

2 σχόλια:

Αόρατη Μελάνη είπε...

Κρύος άνεμος
Λαμπρός ήλιος
Καλησπέρα. :)

Άκης είπε...

ομοίως κι εδώ - χρόνια πολλά!