"The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind; The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind." ― Ryokan Taigu (images: Koson Ohara)

Ich habe mich ein wenig verirrt, aber es tut nichts, denn Sie sind vielleicht mitgegangen und nun sind wir beide verirrt. Das ist ja das eigentlich Schöne. Franz Kafka 3.07.1883 - 3.06.1924 aus: Briefe an Milena

mountain lake the pull of oars on starlight . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Dave Read tinyurl.com/mwhcz6te #mountain #lake #stars #nature #haiku #poetry #micropoetry #poem

out on the ocean we sailed with fair winds danced with dolphins -- why are we stranded now on sandbanks of discontent Keitha Keyes tinyurl.com/eu2eccfb #Peace #Content #relationship #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #poem

Pleure, les larmes sont les pétales du cœur. Paul Éluard Sarah Moon

"A peony in my hair is set afire, the ocean burns in flames ― the dream of a woman, her thoughts hopelessly entangled." ― Akiko Yosano (images: Gyoshu Hayami / Kiyokata Kaburagi)

will you gaze upon the falling petals of my words ? in this spring breeze the notes of a cherry song tinyurl.com/mv35star #writing #spring #relationship #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #poem

That was the day we first realized we didn’t fully know our names, yours or mine, and we left quietly amid the gray snow falling. Twilight had already set in. Crossroads in the Past John Ashbery

Die Ruhe der Seele ist ein herrliches Ding und die Freude an sich selbst. ▪️Goethe

"Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly." ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets [images: Hasui Kawase / Koson Ohara]

Celles qui parlent au ciel.

The Red Sea of Poppies. It's that time of year when our fields turn red with glorious poppies. I look forward to seeing them each year and enjoy photographing them. Nothing else makes the fields look so gorgeous as the poppies, which colour the landscape with love.

moss on the tonque of silence apart becomes a seed

Today I have so much to do I must kill memory once and for all I must turn soul to stone I must learn to live again Unless… Summer’s ardent rustling Is like a festival outside my window. […] Anna Akhmatova 'The Sentence' . Stephen Doherty

a drift of leaves memories I hold on to and those I let go tinyurl.com/3mavwrvu #lettinggo #holdingonto #haiku #poetry #micropoetry #poem

Schön prangt im Silbertau die junge Rose, ... Denn all ihr Glück, was ist's? ein endlos Wagen! Eduard Mörike *08.09.1804 - †04.06.1875 #Mörike150

Window Chronicles #2 430 in the morning. With the light on, all I can see outside the window is the darkness. On the glass, my reflection is dark too, some light reflecting off my face, and the shelves of books behind me. A car passes, four lights swimming away.

sea haze hometown memories I hold on to tinyurl.com/494pffty #immigratiuon #nostalgia #home #haiku #poetry #micropoetry #poem

“Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, Das unentrinnbar und leise Von allen ihn trennt.“ - Hermann Hesse

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words Every caress every trust survives. I Said It To You Paul Éluard