Death she is there calmly waiting her turn
A farmer's wife she rests upon the wall
Her scythe still holds a piece of wheat
Her hands worn from the day
Death she catches some sun
A mature woman she in no hurry at all
She is just there
I can live with that
inspired by the painting "Death" by Jacek Malczewski
snatched from their liminal space
lady of steel gaze:
let me learn your native tongue,
iron-clad and cold
i have literally never written a haiku
listening to music for airports.
planes that fly in blue.
still. eternal. true.
colours made of love.
love made of colours.
child of child raised.
elder of elder lowered.
wanting more. never having.
having more. never wanting.
what's this about? you choose.
Dewdrops on the grass
Shudder in the new sun
as they disappear
Do you ever think
of a poem
and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down
but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.