Archaeology

when we touch the stones ~ they reveal our common past ~ ancestral knowledge


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@ Haiku out of Africa

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Slip

though I try to hide ~ my fingertips betray me ~ touching what I love


© Lize Bard

@ Haiku out of Africa

Gardener

the soil blossoming ~ caressed with sublime fingers ~ into yielding fruits


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@ Haiku out of Africa

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Sheltered

this is where I hide ~ in the stillness of your touch ~ the depth of your eyes


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@ Haiku out of Africa

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Coming home

like a migrant bird ~ my thoughts return to your touch ~ then I fly away


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Arrival

when souls can be touched ~ through our poetry alone ~ we have arrived home


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@ Haiku out of Africa

Intangible

when I allow you ~ in the patterns of my mind ~ you may see the wind


©Lize Bard

@ Haiku out of Africa