Not knowing you

After knowing you
there is no more of you
to imagine
in the way I used to
and you used to care.

exactly where you are not

I have not been there lately
as you still linger, sitting by that tree,
you are in sunlight, though it is a misty morning
or a grey Autumn afternoon,
even in snow you are there
and I know I just want to touch you
so I haven’t been there lately
and to be exact, neither have you.

The sake of art

There is a poet living in my head.
It must be by mistake,
he may not have found the attic room
next door that is for rent.

He drinks a lot at nights,
keeping me from my sleep,
singing sobbing Russian songs
and playing Armenian music
on an instrument I don’t know.

I am glad he leaves me alone by seven
so the stuff I need to do can be done.
But by the time I have my coffee break
he starts mumbling.

I can’t do anything about it but write,
bring what he says into lines
and he doesn’t pay rent
so I suffer tremendously,
all for the sake of art.

Nature wise

What is made by nature,
is never one straight line.
What tree grows like a human made pillar?
All whirls,
meanders,
grows in bends.

So my back is not straight.
I am made by nature.
Don’t cure me.

Omen

I am a good listener
he said
and I was about to trust him
enough
when I found out
after hesitating too long perhaps
that he is deaf by one ear.

The best days without you

The best days are in solitude when not with you,
on furniture with cats and books and time,
the worst nights waiting up the stairs for me;
a hungry beast, dark black called lonely wolf.
I don’t want to be there under that roof
to listen how the time is ticking distance.
The best days are in solitude when not with you.

Not a real haiku 2

cat watching the bird
the sound of tinopener
gone is the instinct

Not a real haiku :)

Some moments are like that
two minds loving each other
honoured with a smile

😉

Our Fall

your breath on my face
I watched you sleep, eyes shiver
Autumn light caught us

I tried to do a haiku, I am not sure it is a real one

The end of the best of dreams

I’m embraced in warmest welcome then
(this is my favorite part of the dream)
I come home, anywhere, and feeling safe.
You are there, and we cry, for all that was,
we made it, both, with everyone we love.
I shall continue to dream every night
till I wake up in the truth of this dream.

🙂