falling from one’s chair
every day when it’s news time
new normal
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : New Zealand
haiku
It is far too cold
to remember all the pain
I will wait for spring
memory
In the holey bubble of her memory,
words escape, moments return,
sometimes
pierce the frail wall of the past
that gave her a first name
When I think of it
when I think of those who touched my story and disappeared in the archives of time without leaving any tangible traces, and me the same thing, when I think about it, I blink (or it looks like it))
haiku
tinkering with what
has been left by others so
that life continues