walk
sunlight crucified on pebbles flaunts its fluidity shamelessly – the shade of my sole briefly kisses it, rearranging randomly the photons playing hide-and-seek behind the specks of dust… strange paths i walk sometimes, like this one. i pace it tracing unwillingly its stony lifeforms in search of seeds of clay worthy of remembering. so rare … Continue reading
who I am
The dust uncovering the dust of words uncovering the dust of thoughts uncovering the dust. © Liliana Negoi
on the field of dust
i’m a nonbeliever. i don’t believe in the ghost of sands haunting my bones and neither in the tears shed by stones on the roadside at the thought of some grain of dust that came to die in their bosom. instead of contemplating illusions of mud flowing lazily through my veins rugged with too much … Continue reading
vessel
wheel spinning crushes dawns and dusks, grinding them and sieving them in a bowl of clay meant only to gather, and on the edge of the bowl – lo! word’s breath © Liliana Negoi
happy – haiku
mud doesn’t exclude the presence of happiness – after all, we’re clay © Liliana Negoi Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 15 – February 15th – Theme: Paint the Image Inspirational Image from: Google Images, Author: Unknown
