Бесплатный фрагмент - craquelures

they

ask

why

haiku

I say

why

not

there

has

always

been

spring

I

.

after the concert

         a symphony

         of ringtones

.

after the music

silence is still

catching up

.

always cheerful

bank manager

another loan

.

another death

a dried flower

         on a grave

.

another year

they call it

         new

.

art & craft

the line

in a poem

gets fixed

.

         ashes

to the wind

to be

everywhere

.

at the end

at peace

at last

.

at the start

         sorrow

at the end

         regret

floating world

.

at a station

a lone train

— yet full

.

autumn

         things

that come

         to mind

.

back from

the burnt

the ashes

.

         between

then and now

always

.

between trains

         neither has

         arrived yet

.

birthday

present

in email

.

blackout

         only

sounds

.

bookstore

one book

warm to

the touch

.

border

         nothing

but the sign

.

burning history

newspapers

in a fireplace

.

         bus drives on

another afternoon

         left in the past

.

but a gap

between

dreams

yet huge

.

calendar

thinning

as days

add up

.

a calendar

all the days

that might

never come

.

candlelight

and flowers

both smell

over-sweet

.

cat in the mirror

calm knowing

it is still there

.

childhood

fragments

collectibles

         on eBay

.

choices

nowhere

to go but

somewhere

.

city life

         early bus

late passengers

.

the clock ticking

the sunrise away

what if it stopped

.

cold fireplace

in the ashes

idea for a poem

.

computer crash

without a sound

         on its part

.

connecting cities

the road cuts

the forest in half

.

counting

raindrops

so many

ways to

be wrong

.

a crack

in the wall

closed by

cobweb

.

         crossroads

yet another way

to somewhere else

.

crumpled

         pillow

remains

of a dream

.

curious

         made-up

         stories

mostly set

in the past

.

dark

and darker

with lights on

.

day and dream

         in-between

something else

.

dead

fresh

flowers

.

deadline done

breaking dawn

breaking down

.

different

in twilight

same poem

.

different books

not so different

on a bookshelf

.

discarded

gift-wraps

no longer

festive

.

         a distant

         memory

         up close

an old

photograph

.

dog days

all the same

for the dogs

.

dried flower

in a book

untold story

.

         a duet

inside

the piano

         outside

         the rain

.

each stone

with a name

graveyard

.

the edge

of the map

the road

goes on

.

endless rooftops

so many yet

only one home

.

eulogy

         heartfelt

         words

that have

to be said

.

eyes

closed

things

seem

closer

.

falling dusk

fading clock

keeps ticking

nonetheless

.

         familiar

         scent

its absence

         clearer

each time

.

family

funeral

reunion

.

family album

blank pages

in the middle

.

fed by

poems

the fire

.

finally

enough

moonlight

to make

a haiku

.

first up

then old

growing

.

         flying

first class

         outside

same view

.

         freight train

losing the count

of the carriages

.

         full

of ideas

trash bin

.

game of chess

side by side

the victorious

the vanquished

.

Grandpa’s

photographs

         strangers

         everyone

.

         graveyard

         in a book

an old album

.

growing older

the days seem

         shorter

.

guiding light

a cigarette tip

in the dark

.

haiku

full-time

lockdown

.

haiku manual

300+ pages

about 3 lines

.

hard to tell

them apart

this world

reflection

in a mirror

.

hard words

soft paper

makes them

no less hard

.

         heavy mist

blurred edges

blurred words

.

hospital

outside

the life

.

in a crowd

lingering

echoes

of glances

.

in a few

strokes

silence

.

in a library

the silence

of voices

.

in the park

a bench that is

always vacant

is occupied

.

in the space

between words

more words

.

insomnia

too slow

too soon

.

just taking

the edge off

another glass

.

leaving behind

or letting go

difference

exaggerated

.

loneliness

when you talk

to yourself

when you don’t

         listen

.

lost

in a park

in thoughts

.

loud music

less silence

         within

.

a love

letter

a lovely

paper

crane

.

melting the ice

spring thaw

peace talks

.

mid-life crisis

why not call it

         half-life?

.

a minute of silence

but really about

forty-two seconds

.

modern art gallery

evacuation plan

rather ancient

.

a moment

an infinity

in a few lines

.

morning bus

uneven pace

of the streets

.

morning chill

street musician

         warms up

.

never

enough

time to do

nothing

.

new

home

old

smells

.

new teeth

quite a bite

dentist’s bill

.

         news again

but there’s also

         spring

.

         night bus

looking outside

seeing oneself

.

night sky

on tiptoes

better to see

.

         nighttime

from the window

         still inside

.

no words

to say of it

         silence

.

odd physics

the darker

the louder

.

         old grave

fresh flowers

made of plastic

.

old painting

not enough

craquelures

.

old photos

belonging

to me now

someone’s

memories

.

optimistic

worse than

yesterday

better than

tomorrow

.

         order

each object

randomly

in its place

.

page after page

the time goes

at book’s pace

.

paradox

         before