Haiku # 689

The rain is falling…
in silence we sit
listening to the rain

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كالتائهِ في الليل
بين الكلماتِ أتبع الضو
 الات من بعيد

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Winter evening –
in my heart the slow burn
old memories…

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Everyone have left
the road of my life
deepens into the sunset

I lost my sister to cancer on February 03, 2015. This week the doctor told me that my mother’s cancer is terminal, and that her life expectancy is a few months at best.

Haiku # 688

This life is a journey
with footsteps lost
in winter snow

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Winter night
with the fire of a book
I warm my heart

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Like rivers in the night
his words travel
the curves of her skin

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حبرُ كلِماتي
بذورٌ أزرعها
في تربةِ بشرتها

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الشمسُ على بشَرِتِكِ
في فَمي تذوبْ
كخَمرٍ عُمرُهُ ألفَ عامْ

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Like snow unmarred
the poem
I do not dare to write

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Heavy rain…
my heart is just a window
on a sunlit plane

Haiku # 687

وضعت فمي على فمها
كأني بين شفتيها وجدت
مهد الشعر والنبيذ

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نمش بشرتها
الخريطة التي بها
أعبر الى النجوم

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أبدأ نهاري
وأنا أرتشف الدفىء
من شفتيك

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كالثلج الأبيض
يستقر العمر
في شعري

Like white snow
age settles
on my hair

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Tea on a cold night
finishing a book
and starting another

Haiku# 672

Winter night…
a lone star outshining
all the city lights

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هي ترتدي
ما يحيكه لها من نفسه
ونار الكلمات

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I love her silently
the ghost in the mirror
of my lonely years

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A life of hiking
one day I’d like to vanish
in the stillness of the sky

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حزني
في مرآته أرى
جمال الأشياء

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Plus blanche
pour toucher sa peau
la lumière de la lune

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Whiter
for touching her skin
the light of the moon

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Winter twilight…
in the light of sunset
my dissolving years

Haiku # 671

…أمي
في ظلام هذا العالم يكفي
أن ألفظ اسمك

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Another winter storm…
in the pot of honey
the frozen kiss of summer

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The morning after…
on the glass of wine
the red stain of her lips

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Slow and tender
she sips on the words
he offers to her famished lips

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His touch kindles in her heart
a fire unknown
since time began

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Winter twilight…
I’ll wait for you
on the bridge of stars

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Winter dusk…
in the still air burns
the musk of her breath

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This solitude…
I keep craving
what I cannot have

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صقيع الصباح
بدون أذنٍ أطلّ وجهها
ليدفىء شتاء قلبي

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Haleine du ciel…
un monde enseveli
de brume hivernale

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الأرجيلة
مع كل نفس أرتشف
نار شفتيها

Haiku # 668

Hospital corridors…
her eyes the only flower
amid the white walls

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Cold winter sky,
to the crescent moon, I say –
my heart is lonesome too

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You who never comes,
you who are always here,
I love you with all my heart.

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Tu me manques
toi que j’ai perdu
au début de ma vie

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Poète…
chaque jour né
du feu de son cœur

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Poet…
each day born
from the fire of his heart

Letter, January 17, 2016

We drank wine and tea, wrote our hearts as poetry, and spent the winter sleeping together, making love as the snow erased the world outside, muffling everything into a pure white. Under the cover of snow the house slept while inside our bodies shivering against each other flickered like a tender flame, burned a fire of unimaginable intimacy and warmth. Inside we melted into a soft glowing river as on the house and all around snow kept piling, erasing, muffling, knitting everything into a blanket of exquisite white. The world faded and forgot us, let us slip away as we, that winter, covered by the snow, became heart and warmth, the internal hearth that sustains the flesh of the earth.