In circles

I dreamt of Toulouse ~ of writing to you from there ~ a roundabout dance — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Toulouse 2016/06

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People of my words

by writing these words ~ people are turned into poems ~ each with a new breath — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Barcelona 2018/09

Vergangklik

our words become dust ~ in which we finger-paint thoughts ~ to be wiped away — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Stellenbosch 2016/11

Shelf

the themes of those books ~ weave the mysteries in us ~ yet the young don’t read — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Lund 2018/08

Self-absorbed

we don’t hear your drum ~ it’s beating for you only ~ a lonely rhythm — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Barcelona 2018/09

Poetry

capturing our thoughts ~ words dancing across the page ~ before they take flight — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Malmö 2016/09

Splash

usually controlled ~ sometimes my words turn feral ~ my poetry wild — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa