Haiga Archive

sentimental journey
my son toys
with my old car

first sound
in the ballroom…
a silk dress

still evening
a pond skater slides
over the moon

autumn
more and more yellow leaves
in my vase

after chemo
only her eyes
remain the same

roar of the mower
last notes
of the grasshopper’s song

vis-a-vis a window
the gypsum angel hangs
with congealed wings for flying

ah, if only he wasn’t
so attached
by his shadow to the wall

naprzeciw okna
wisi gipsowy anioł
z zastygłymi do lotu skrzydłami

ach, gdybyż on nie był
tak bardzo przywiązany
cieniem do ściany