New Year's poetry, 28th of December 2012.
Insurmountable mountains of snow
closed us into a small room
to suffocate on love.
I finished last year of Construction of Reality with an >> ancient,
winter poetry of mine so I will do the same this year. An almost haiku piece I bring above was written probably in winter
of 1993 or 1994.
A couple of days ago I discovered an already yellowish file with about a hundred of my poems written in the nineties.
Some of them are not that bad so that I will probably publish some of it in the year to come. This time, in addition to winter
"haiku", I also bring an old poem of mine for which I also made a video (below; irrespective of the many words used, it is
again a "haiku-like" poetry - it reminds me of Buson a bit).
Night.
Trees pass.
Black - embroided
on a grey canvas.
There is a light!
Red and green.
There are girls.
With cheeks
like small sandbags.
The rail passes.
Black - embroided
on a grey canvas.
Press the arrow (play) to start streaming from YouTube (below).
To all who with their everyday effort try to make this world a better place I wish health and more success in year 2013. I wish that something finally goes your (our) way!
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Last updated on 28th of December 2012.