the earth’s rotation ~ brings a few hour’s respite ~ from our endless toil —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Month: February 2020
WordPress
this our battleground ~ testing our agility ~ sparring word for word —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
African songs
they seem fancy-free ~ but each word is so loaded ~ with subtle nuance —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Counting pears
when faced with numbers ~ I battle with computing ~ give me words all day —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Open-ended
a bit undefined ~ like the clouds changing their shapes ~ this strange love of ours —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Tethering
mind-game duality ~ endless possibility ~ time is relative —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Buoy
game of make-believe ~ playing over and over ~ never reaching shores —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
In the forest
black-eyed Susans bloom ~ just before the Winter’s cold ~ when visiting you —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Teenager
when you laugh too loud ~ I cannot see your mind’s depth ~ or feel your heartbeat —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Heartsong
writing those lyrics ~ all the words to our music ~ fill a gentle space —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Raconteur
this he narrative ~ is not another story ~ it’s a life’s design —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
A Swedish tale
lost in a child’s heart ~ there’s flowers on a sausage ~ sparkles on the moon —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Little devil
with this andante ~ the perfect pace is primed ~ for our minds to fly —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Soweto rising
found in the ashes ~ if a heart that is burning ~ with every day’s light —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Nowhere
in the placid seas ~ finding messages of green ~ only alibis —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Daydreaming
when we dream by day ~ there is a wonderful sense ~ of doves taking flight —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Distance
do not look too close ~ at breakfasts on the sidewalk ~ or my tongue-tied words —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Untouchables
right here by my side ~ with us just a thought away ~ silent Karoo night —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Realities
whilst it felt so real ~ perhaps it never happened ~ or it never passed —© Lize Bard @ haiku out of Africa
Unconcealed
and the gnarled old tree ~ that’s in front of my window ~ looks straight into me —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Drying
credibility ~ of promises made in the rain ~ simply washed away —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Bathing
this layered season ~ with fragrance upon fragrance ~ in togetherness —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Directions
over my shoulder ~ seeing you, walking away ~ I’m looking forward —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Steenbokfontein, South Africa: November 2019
carefully wrapped words ~ sending out paper roses ~ in a thousand lines —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Immigrants
we meet each other ~ on the streets of faraway ~ reuniting bonds —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Stroke
the air flows softer ~ through the pearly-pink fingertips ~ of an artist’s touch —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
White Republican America
the colour of men ~ in power, in greed in lies ~ from trump to trump —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Gay Paris
early summer’s day ~ laying laughing in the grass ~ forgetting all cares —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
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