Monthly Archives: August 2016

Written

This poem just bloomed out of haiku 131. Without any effort or pain that often accompanies a creative birth – it became. The love and emotional pain that brew it happened many years ago though, and this is just the thought, or rather feeling, verbalized.

Book of memories

Opened wide on my table.

You on every page.

 
And day in, and day out

Can’t save my thoughts

Held mercilessly

In this paper cage.

 
And even if all the souvenirs

Vanish one day

Slaughtered by old age,

 
Your smile

Will still linger in my heart

That is your forever stage.