Spring

then our hearts were high ~ sweet as the hummm of the bees ~ in those youthful years —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Seasons

though grown together ~ every leaf that falls, falls alone ~ returning to dust —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Now

there’s nothing to do ~ but to dream in the moment ~ let tomorrow be —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Insects

a story unfolds ~ your eyes wander to a stop ~ and I butterfly —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Once stilled

quivering grasses ~ whisper softly in the wind ~ what the dead can’t hear —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Narrative

it is not our story ~ the one of sharing one place ~ this is more complex —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Criss-cross

a flickering maze ~ journeying to our destinies ~ labyrinth of time —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Van Gogh alive: Kalmar, Sweden, September 2019

if this is madness ~ I do not need to be sane ~ just deeply alive —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Yarn

a lost long-ago ~ discovered by accident ~ a lovely surprise —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Dictatorship

in our different worlds ~ we play the same silly games ~ convention dictates —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

In memory

the dawning was dim ~ on that very fateful day ~ that life lost its breath —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Last year

winter’s warming scent ~ of cinnamon and spice bakes ~ and of smiling eyes —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Open fences

though our hearts are bound ~ we will not enslave our souls ~ to confined spaces —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Klaasvakie

the sand in our eyes ~ a hard grainy reminder ~ of soft summer dreams —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Cloth

despite what we plan ~ our dark dreams and rosy schemes ~ life will run its course —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

No boundaries

white and fluffy clouds ~ sentinels of the wide skies ~ where we found our wings —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Pickled

I take those sweet words ~ and turn them into these poems ~ procured forever —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Night & Day

in our night-time eyes ~ there are shadows and bright stars ~ no day-time regrets —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Puzzle

pebbles on the beach ~ pieces of the universe ~ fragments of always —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Air

painting clouds with breaths ~ inhaling the scent of us ~ and of summer rain —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Urban

in this world’s cities ~ where we dwell on silent paths ~ amongst the hustle —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Shadows

behind our fences ~ we hide who we really are ~ and who we could be —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Light

build me a glass house ~ so that my windows seep sun ~ and I breathe blue skies —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Recall

down in the cellar ~ finding yesterday’s secrets ~ bringing them to light —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Stone

in simplicity ~ directness of expression ~ and intensity —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Miró: Barcelona, Spain; September 2018

a woman entranced ~ by the play of shooting stars ~ an artist’s demise —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Spiral

in your hands it grew ~ beyond what I imagined ~ it could ever be —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

No ceiling

don’t let go of me ~ take me with you on your mind-flight ~ amongst butterflies —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Naked

am I brave enough ~ to just let the moment be ~ no explanation? —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Fine art

the art of leaving ~ the art of saying goodbye ~ the art of flying —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Like water

these words come walking ~ no forcing no holding back ~ finding their own way —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa