Haiku # 679

A day for listening…
in the pine trees
the blowing wind

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Brume matinal
ma vie semble comme un rêve
qui n’a jamais été

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Tous les mondes possibles
fondus
dans notre baiser

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All the possible worlds
melted
in our kiss

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Beyond the grave
all I’ll take with me
is a ribbon of her scent

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Rien pour t’offrir
sauf mon cœur
au bout de la nuit

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I looked into the darkness
and I saw your face…
moon in the sky

Free Verse # 446 (the region of my heart)

Love is the shortest distance between two hearts.

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Dark brown
her eyes take me back
to the forest
I went into
and never came back –

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Floating on the night air
the smell of jasmine
and orange blossoms
reminds me of her hair,
the way the light glides
along its waving curls,
the way, when I touched it,
I felt a lock open
in the region of my heart.

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All the kisses
that clang to her skin
flowered in the moonlight
as I undressed her,
silently, slowly,
my gray beard
into her softness pressing
line after line
of poetry.

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Touching her is a process; its name is poetry.

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Each year runs
a little faster
since the day I saw
my first white hair

Each year runs
to find my heart
a little quieter
as autumn comes

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For the poems to come
I close my eyes and imagine
her face

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Unlabeled
this pulse tying
my heart and hers