Cycle

on those prickly days ~ please forgive my sharpened stings ~ I’ll be soft again — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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Wordless

a word that is lost ~ I am lost in all the words ~ my silence has wings — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Infill

my words remain few ~ only half-uttered ideas ~ you fill the spaces — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Treasure

valued gift of trust ~ a silent affirmation ~ when we need no words — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Medewete

to know together ~ with our shared understanding ~ of unspoken words — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Deafening

thunderously loud ~ words I never hear you say ~ captured in this place — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Book

the letters in me ~ spread in words over pages ~ reading out to you — Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa