then our hearts were high ~ sweet as the hummm of the bees ~ in those youthful years —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Month: October 2019
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
