Monday, 13 December 2010

poetic fragments 23












Two breads
On the table.

One is round,
The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.
They become me.
I’m round and cubic.

The moon
Over the wheat field
Also into me.

I take a walk
By Mare Tranquillitatis,
Being round and cubic.










Saturday, 11 December 2010

poetic fragments 22












Going mad
                For D.H







You’ve vanished in your bed.

Blue and blue
Were your words.

You rejected
Sanity and insanity.
You were suspicious of
Every certain proposition.

So profound
Were your eyes.
So brilliant
Were your jokes.

You never acted.
You're invisible.
You’re me.










Monday, 6 December 2010

poetic fragments 21












Late life




You’re made
Out of memories.

Smiling on the bed,
Crying on the bed,
Getting angry on the bed.

You’re in the country
Without memories.
You’re nowhere.

You grow older
In the land
Without time.
You’re everywhere.

You ’re made
Out of memories.







Tuesday, 30 November 2010

poetic fragments 20












Answer





On the still stone path
In rainy winter Bern
I forget myself.

Before the bronze snake
In eternal winter sleep
I forget myself.

I am an answer
To someone
Who had lived
On the ground.

An insane answer.
An insomnia answer.








Monday, 29 November 2010

poetic fragments 19












The smell
Of fire
In the winter nights.

The street trees
Burn without fire.

My lost key
Becomes
Colder and colder.

Eternity;
Fear
I have.










Sunday, 28 November 2010

poetic fragments 18












A song
Sings us.

It
Finishes.
And we
Vanish.

Silence
Survives silence.






Saturday, 27 November 2010

poetic fragments 17












Remain



Waiting for something
Is loving it.
And it necessarily goes.

December rain
Falling in my memory.
I have no umbrella.

I leave,
Memories remain.










Friday, 26 November 2010

poetic fragments 16











Sky




A clock
On the wall.
2:00 am.

He was a boy
Who dreamed of
The blue sky.

Lost stars.
Lost people.
He meets them
in his dream.

Despair
Resembles
The deep blue sky.



















Wednesday, 24 November 2010

poetic fragments 15












Return





Water
Always returns
To the origin.

The origin
Of you.
I think I know
It’s untouchable snow.

A shadow bird
In your eyes.
It returns in winter
To the place where
The mountain and the river meet.

Language
Always returns
To the silence.

I’m just a wrong language.













Monday, 22 November 2010

poetic fragments 14








Someday



Rain to snow.
Death to Earth.
Human to the sea.

Whales never fail
To swim.
But we sometimes
Fail to even take a walk.

Rain
Which reminds me
Of my death to the sea.
Rain’s falling
Inside of me.

Winter rainy day
Is the day
When I wear the back.






Saturday, 20 November 2010

poetic fragments 13









Silence
That is universal
In the galaxy.

Only human beings
Are nosy.

Sometimes
We look for silence
In our words.

Death
That is universal
In the galaxy.

Only life
Has colors.

So we sometimes
Wear the black.

Madness
That is universal
In the galaxy.

Only sense
Makes societies.

So we sometimes
Kill our neighbor.









Friday, 19 November 2010

poetic fragments 12








A mobile phone
Makes me lonely.

I tried to hear
Wind's words from you.
I tried to hear
Fire's words from you.
But I heard
A baby crying.

A mobile phone
Makes me lonely.
It knows
Words outside
Of words.





Tuesday, 16 November 2010

poetic fragments 11







I've lost my cards
That identify myself,
Open the door,
Bring me to a psychiatrist,
And give me chances to dream.

Cards are life.

I've lost my cards
In the moonless night.

I've lost even my death.





Monday, 15 November 2010

poetic fragments 10








Crows fly
Across the November river.
They never rush.
They fly to the past

In the yesterday sky
Across the last year river.

Time doesn’t fly
But stays in the past.

And
I
Walk
Toward  
The death
That I never experience.





Sunday, 14 November 2010

poetic fragments 9






I talk about
Snow outside
Murder by a neighbor
War overseas.

I enjoy the linguistic game
Around a stunted thought.

A Japanese poet said,
" I shouldn't have remembered words."

I agree with him.
But the world without words
Has no behaviors.

I'm seeing
Snow falling from my room.

He didn't deny
Some responsibility
For the world
Where it snows violently.

Saturday, 13 November 2010

poetic fragments 8







The first snow
On the silence of stones
The single color
Painted the diversity

A rose as red as blood
In your hand

I’ m surprised
At the contexts of snow





poetic fragments 7








The city lights
Reflected on the winter lake
Genève is now
In the scent of full moon

Sadness in his eyes
The truth in his falsetto
The lake is too pellucid

Friday, 12 November 2010

poetic fragments 6






At the end
Of a bare corridor,
Autumn leaves
In sunlight
There are always answers
In my memory
But no questions
No writings

poetic fragments 5






The shade on the desk
Of a small stone
From Lac Léman
Winter has come in it

The sound of silence
Somewhere

Thursday, 11 November 2010

poetic fragments 4







All the rivers
To the sea
All the living now
As the cosmos flowers
Beyond love
Beyond poetry

A boy's counting stars

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

poetic fragments 3







Time flows slowly
Through the land
The sun never sets
Over the lake
A still winter
In a swan

poetic fragments 2










The deep winter sky -
A hawk falling
Into it
Another moon
Another vanity

Sunday, 7 November 2010

poetic fragments 1









The autumn water
In the glass
Rhein still runs
In it.

I'm satisfied
The earth is round.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Haiku op. 277



(photo) sprouts of rice








peony flowers -
even their shadows
have colors









Monday, 7 June 2010

five line poetry 1


(photo) hydrangeas










white paper:
world doesn't still begin
words are at the edge of the world
we often fall it out
- breezing there

















Thursday, 3 June 2010

Haiku op. 276


(photo) untitled








smiling on the bed
crying on the bed -
her late life









Haiku op. 275


(photo) clouds in June








summer clouds
in the rice field


a smile to me