Africa

Lost generations

living in lost space ~ a world tired of waiting ~ for us to move on —© 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

The sky’s the limit

we’re on different trains ~ destinations similar ~ and our stations shared —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

African song

it’s a melody ~ that caresses a still heart ~ ’till it falls apart — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Ode

an African voice ~ sings the song that you so loved ~ thirty years later — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Lavender Africa

be the horizon ~ be the endpoint of my gaze ~ be my purple dream — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Kalahari 2018/04

Tinted

in soft morning clouds ~ it’s so easy to forget ~ the land’s thirstiness — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

African child

i’ll give my last words ~ my last tears and my last pain ~ to lift your sorrow — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Briewe

captured in the poems ~ love letters from Africa ~ in sun-kissed raindrops — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Swaying to Clegg

African rhythms ~ across a vast grey ocean ~ when I reach for you — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

African skies

lyric to my song ~ your words touching the blue notes ~ laying deep within — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Aloidendron dichotomum

up the kokerboom ~ towards the evening sun ~ of African dreams — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Through the gate

she opens her arms ~ to embrace the sand and shrubs ~ Kalahari dawn — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Southern nachtmusik

a song in the night ~ here under the southern cross ~ listen silently — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Depth

faces in a crowd ~ one that interrupts my thoughts ~ a story written — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Windpomp

silly little poems ~ wonder what I am thinking ~ sharing them with you — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Stark truths

Africa shouting ~ against past injustices ~ should we best whisper? — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

No-shoes haiku

barefoot through my mind ~ no charade or holding back ~ words I share with you — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

In Africa

I wanted to see ~ the many facets of life ~ but the core was here — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

African Skies

we looked at the moon ~ the southern cross in the sky ~ that’s how it began — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Ubuntu

with a great heart ~ voice across the savanna ~ Africa arise — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Ethnographies

it is locked inside ~ the knowledge of centuries ~ in dust on their feet — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Ancient desert

the dry wild Namib ~ fog rolls in over the sea ~ and endless red dunes — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Home

rain on a tin roof ~ dry red dust between my toes ~ child of Africa — Lize Bard © Haiku out of Africa

Perfume of mental decay

there is an odour ~ coming from the house of the ~ stable genius — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Question to America from Africa

shithead president ~ America how can you ~ stand by this racist? — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Africa

here the hard and soft ~ here our love has no measure ~ our hearts touch the land — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

In Africa

I wanted to see ~ the many facets of life ~ but the core was here

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Symbolic

giving it to me ~ to hold and to protect it ~ as token of trust

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Like glass

for just a moment ~ the sky a blood-red marble ~ captured in suspense

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What we have

a red footpath ~ to the distant horizons ~ a bluebird in hand

©Lize Bard

Scatterling

in all the places ~ that we were once together ~ the fragments of me

©Lize Bard

Do they know?

the child is not dead ~ young Africans lift their fists ~ not sure against whom

©Lize Bard

African voices

it’s a melody ~ that caresses my still heart ~ ’till she falls apart

©Lize Bard

Women of Africa

colourful and strong ~ the women of Africa ~ we laugh with our tears

From my window, Windhoek, Namibia: January 2017

in soft morning clouds ~ it’s so easy to forget ~ the land’s thirstiness

To simply be

this is where we are ~ no pretense or boundaries ~ simply in silence

No shoes

now your are the path ~ along which I walk again ~ brave and barefooted

Sun-kissed

captured in the poems ~ love letters from Africa ~ in sun-kissed raindrops

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