burning with cold fire
all the passion of blizzards
distilled in one glance
I was angry last night, because not for the first time some creepy guy followed me out of the train station and nudged me twice on the way. I hate it when strangers follow me and touch me to get my attention despite all of my attempts to signal disinterest. A cold fire in my heart.
And obviously I’m writing a lot of winter themed stuff at the moment. The next one or two will be about something different, I promise!
I used to like the cold
then I turned to warmth, to summer heat, to storms and thunder on sweltering days, to soft autumn glory
but now I remember how open fields of snow used to give me space to breathe, a canvas for clear thoughts
and I recall how my lungs opened, exhaling dust and taking in the cold expanse of mountain ranges for the first time
I miss real winter
last night I discovered
that my unlikely muse is not only autumn at the turning point to clear winter,
with warm forest-wood eyes and at the same time piercing snowflakes
but the calm and steady touchstone of warmth on these cold days as well,
a blanket of friendly thoughts keeping the wind outside a Nordic wood cabin full of white pillows
so yes, I miss winter now
blankly staring mind
days of empty white paper
a blanket of snow
I should call this one ‘my mind went blank because I’m so tired’. Sifting through files upon files in search of verbs is tiring, but I have to go back to it tomorrow. The show must go on.
And I decided to create a separate page for all the random haikus I coming to my tired mind late at night during the months of writing my master’s thesis. If you are interested in reading an ever growing list of short tree-liners, just hover your mouse pointer over the “Poetry&Prose” tab or click here. Some less artistic haikus which I don’t want to post as blog entries will find a home there as well.
Good night :)