coffee rings stain the tablecloth
empty creamer pods pile up by the silverware.
the old man finishes his omelet off
while his grandson rocks in his chair.
the new dads outside smoke and cough
avoiding their wives' disapproving glare.
the waitress sits me at a tabletop
and I take in the fullness of the air.
the light in the room takes me like a moth
a moment fleeting is still a moment worth the care.
I eat breakfast every Saturday at Roth's
this diner where all our stories are shared.

Your mind is somewhere else,
just wait and see,
you never can´t reverse,
who you will always be.

You just do, whatever you want,
and you never think of others,
and sometimes you really can´t
do anything, what matter.

You always think that all is yours,
what you can see around you,
there´s not enough room for love,
it´s just your ego making you a fool.

Be and love, take care of them,
you know, all comes around you
and even if you cant´t see well,
you´ll see, love is in your soul.

Be yourself, but in the good way,
don´t hurt your loved ones more,
and never let anyone say,
that you don´t deserve love.

- Tarmo Selter -
2024

comes on shore, from heated airs,
over a far away ocean,
steals in with quiet hands,
no thunderous  clapping,
gently lifts, shakes, the
woman’s long tresses,
making them an
even bigger
tangled messes

the irises standing proud ‘n tall,
with their quiet applause, mm
at the unfolding playlet observing,
verdant spectacular every coloration,
the sky spinning clouds,
the lapping  waves keeping rhythm,
that everyone
hears differently,
and all the discordant
cacophonous agitations
blends harmoniously
and everybody smiles,
everyone grins,
all knowing that the
all~knowing just

sneezed

How fresh could nostalgia be
In the going coming of age?
Like the dark purple in sky and fairy lights
And you with confused smile
And everyone was about to leave
I didn't want to
I didn't know about you
Maybe it was something in the air
Or was it you
sitting alone just with you
I felt weight of heart in my ribs
Filling up with magic

And on the way home I cried
As time will fly by and I might want to

Relive it

And I do...

A sigh, an exhalation,
Relief from all of the weight.
I float, just for a moment,
Just for an hour or two or three
Just us, only family
And yes, soon it will be gone,
But for now it is enough:
This feel of a feathery laugh,
That tingling warmth, that upward curve
Of lips and teeth, that playful verve,
This air of placid comfort,
Like a hug, enveloping sweetly.

I don’t dare let it go,
As a child clasps her mother’s hand,
Fearing that it won’t come back,
And truly, I can’t make it stay,
For buds will bloom and then decay,
But this is manna for the soul,
For now, it is enough.

And the weight, it will come back,
The scene fading into black,
The dust will blanket and will bury,
This moment, though it won’t last
Is a pinpoint of light to carry
When I am as the trodden chaff.

walking down the road
steps on crunchy leaves

looking up and down
humming to myself

feel the chilly breeze
smell the autumn air

taking it all in
each step, each leaf, each day
before you realise

another seasons passed,
and it’s already May