Daisy Dreams (Haiku)

childhood daisy-dreams
swing suspended from a tree
time that never was

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I have no clue what this is about or where it came from.

I just felt like the world was swaying because I’m so tired (wrote some pages for my thesis tonight) and somehow I got nostalgic. It took me a few moments to remember where I had played on a tree swing – in my grandparents’ garden, I had forgotten about this for many years. No idea why fatigue induced wobbliness triggered subconscious associations with this faded memory. Many of the memories of my childhood and especially school years are very vague or deeply buried, so sometimes it really feels like some segments of time went missing.

Whispers (Haiku Series)

Willow Whispers

on your face I’d be
dancing fingers of willow
caress of a breeze

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Storm Whispers

whispering in morse
story told by stormy nights
ivy against glass

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Seashell Whispers

tales for hermit crabs
seashells and minuscule stones
whispering of sun

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Root Whispers

she touched tree stumps
turned them over in her mind
what will old roots tell?