touching you softly ~ your back a strummed instrument ~ ready for release — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
touching
En route
on this little path ~ your heart lightly touching mine ~ our minds might take flight — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Soft
your day wears a shirt ~ of pure winter-grey cashmere ~ brushed against my heart — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Ephemeral
I reach out to touch ~ the essence of who you are ~ then you slip away — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Toulouse 2016/06
Oceans of sand
desert of return ~ I swim in your warm embrace ~ touching all the stones — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Namibia 2017/01
Close
standing behind me ~ almost touching in the dark ~ your breath in my hair — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Aware
I open my eyes ~ to the silence of your touch ~ just breathing it in — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Baltic 2016/09
Late
in the midnight sun ~ side-by-side without touching ~ our minds are entwined — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Afrika
Florist
a sky of roses ~ lies defenceless in your hands ~ thriving on your touch — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Vast
these are the days that ~ I get lost in your greyness ~ my horizons moved — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
At 05:00
feather-light caressed ~ with this pen’s calligraphy ~ the dawn of each day — © 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
Stacked
shoulder to shoulder ~ gently touching the future ~ with hints of the past — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Profundity
moments that we share ~ bring such unexpected depth ~ touched by tenderness — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Sharing solitude
then you touch my mind ~ to the core of who I am ~ unknowingly still — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Afruca
Blue feathers
a gossamer thread ~ thoughts feathering through the day ~ sometimes touching us — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Message
held in suspension ~ all the languages we speak ~ with a single touch — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
A holding place
the imagining ~ of an interrupted touch ~ of a life on hold — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Moved
when I forgot art ~ I was brought back to its life ~ with a single touch — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Hands
looking at your hands ~ they are rough from years of work ~ yearning for a touch — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa0
Evoked
the scars in the dust ~ of a body forgotten ~ when I feel your weight — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Musing
in your reverie ~ hands mimicking the stillness ~ that I find in you — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Realism
our digital world ~ I miss life’s authenticity ~ an authentic touch — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Liquid rock
fitting into me ~ leaving no untouched spaces ~ and nowhere to hide — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Awareness
by touching our hearts ~ seeing who we really are ~ we become alive — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Sun-downer
tired but content ~ sun softly touching my face ~ the day was well-spent — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Sunstroked
pale afternoon sun ~ touches with a golden glow ~ all that’s in its way — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Moongame
we play on the moon ~ then drift back in an embrace ~ teasing fantasy — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Appropriated
a beautiful thing ~ a day stolen from our lives ~ fleetingly souls touch — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Fragile
untouched and humble ~ a most delicate sunrise ~ light like a feather — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Are you near?
feeling a presence ~ when I listen to the wind ~ blowing from afar
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Moments
the tone of a voice ~ a glance, a fleeting affect ~ sharing a soft space — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
A reminder
the wind on my face ~ reminder of your soft touch ~ a still moment shared — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Occasional companions
such rare connections ~ once in a while we touch base ~ at breath-taking depth
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Touched
then you touch my soul ~ to the core of who I am ~ unknowingly still
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Archaeology
when we touch the stones ~ they reveal our common past ~ ancestral knowledge
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Slip
though I try to hide ~ my fingertips betray me ~ touching what I love
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Gardener
the soil blossoming ~ caressed with sublime fingers ~ into yielding fruits
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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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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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Intangible
when I allow you ~ in the patterns of my mind ~ you may see the wind
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Real life
our digital world ~ I miss life’s intimacy ~ an authentic touch
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Non-virtual
when I touch your heart ~ when you can see the real me ~ then we are alive
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Hearing eyes
the sound of your eyes ~ resonates in the ocean ~ colouring your touch
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Hands
I look at your hands ~ they are rough from years of work ~ they yearn for a touch
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Elements unite
stirring sea and sky ~ the rising sun in a touch ~ coming from afar
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Your shades
beneath your layers ~ so many more shades of grey ~ that I want to touch
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Tension
I touch you softly ~ your back a strummed instrument ~ ready for release
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Muse
my inspiration ~ a stone, an acorn, a touch ~ then I move on
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Feel
close your eyes ~ feel the caress of silence ~ in the deepest light
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Blue feather
it’s a feather’s touch ~ without intent or control ~ that can change our worlds
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Brief encounter
a beautiful thing ~ a day stolen from our lives ~ fleetingly souls touch
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Reaching
I reach out to touch ~ the bare essence of your soul ~ then it slips away
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