Haiga Archive

awakening—
petals trembling
at the first sunbeam

my keyboard…
those strong and rough
artisan’s hands

as i walk
humming ‘autumn leaves’
the wind steals
the memory of your voice
and my tears

never more
id, superego
and ego…
AI joining
the crowd

your love
raising me from
the ashes
and i fear so
a cold hearth again

the great war—
my grandfather’s story
still chills my heart
hungry soldiers in the trench
yet the snow… all that snow

my vision blurred
i need not a doctor for
the eyes
this pain of forgiveness
healing my torn heart