Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Monday, September 26, 2016

the beach

the beach
on the picture – you
from other side
it’s comfort
knowing you are safe
storm surfing wind
in our footprints
someone else’s riddle
searching for way out

come back to earth

leaves come back to earth -
more colors, more choices before
solitude of winter


Saturday, September 24, 2016

last treat


I saw her wings
trembling impatiently
above the watermelon,
towering at the bright plate-
last treat before departure...

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, butterfly

Friday, September 23, 2016

Saturday, September 17, 2016

a dew ~ by magic xb dafp

loaded in a blue dew
filled the puddle

how many of us
with transient tickets

Friday, September 16, 2016

Under blanket of storm

Under blanket of storm
as an indolent voyager,
droplets mentoring tone,
"Marseillaise”, not a blues, -
it’s a fall, no burlesque -
ah, you right, -
I described it earlier:
introductory lesson of
haiku assertive,
discernment of life…

Mauvais tone of me moaning
at full moon liberation,
dance routine in plie -
language fails to support,
sailing ancient site
I rewrite consequences...
sudden visit of angel,
knight of sword, ace of wands…

Monday, September 12, 2016


hills of music
books have a new flavor
at the piano top

dream shows a shadow side
issues for everyday

as part of creative flow
from havoc

inside the margin
unpretentious narrative
a spy

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Saturday, September 10, 2016

a petal

in her hair
cherry blossoms' petal -
memory of spring...

*Dedicated memory of Jane Reichhold
Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI, blossoms 

fish & frogs of path

~ 1 ~

pierced ears
with wall clock


finding Nemo
at the laptop screen
fearless hat


a backward swim
second chance opportunity
with no commitment


stand your ground
on the path of transformation
fish to frog

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

a voice

…I threw it for later -
as a boomerang zoomed back
scratched the throat of vowel
scream screwed through
threaded it fell
shattered over blunted floor
that chromatic passage
entangling the emptiness
long golden lamp necks
blindly curious around
the hills of forgotten music…

Thursday, September 1, 2016


empty shore...
they gather here
among the seagulls
wings tremble eagerly
of the forthcoming flight