Haiku Dimitur Minkov

Dimitur Minkov

Contemplation

attempts at Haiku and other three line stanzas

 

1

Watermelon seeds

in a bowl on the table

float redundant.

 

2

Leaves from the vineyard.

The cat passes fleet of foot.

The heavens are cold.

 

3

A Sunday morning.

Purple chrysanthemums

by a woman asleep.

 

4.

The air is green.

Breath lightens after rain.

Dusk drawing in.

 

5.

Wet snow falling.

The winter enters hesitant.

The winter enters.

 

6.

Cool fresh morning.

A yellow sea of sunflowers.

A pleasant memory

 

7.

The end of the summer,

a the end of the quay a pair of anglers

stood caught in thought.

 

8.

On this afternoon

the wind mixes  old folks’ voices

with summer dust..

 

9.

Ruddy cliff face

washed by the wind

meets the dawn

 

 

10

The grass is a melody

to the wind

and leaf

 

11.

The corrugated roof

composes jazz.

racket of applause

 

12

I slither on memory

and I stop

in the vacuum of what was dreamt

 

 

13

The day’s forgotten

with the hundred coloured sunset

before my eyes.

 

14

 

The sharpened triplet

the water is ripped

the moon impaled..

 

15

River pebble

transparent and sad

eye of a fish.

 

16

Meadow, you scare me

with your whiteness without

any trace of life.

 

17

A couple of beer bottles

one with a gulp’s-worth at the bottom

the other with foam on its left side.

 

18

the wind is searching

evening

a hollow to lay its head.

 

19

Filled with apprehension

the rain drop

awaits its fall.

 

20

…unbearable

sticky and foggy

afternoon quiet.

 

21

There are no words for

things that are

unnamed.

 

22

Washing hung out.

The neighbour’s apple tree

blossom has blown.

 

23

A rock.  Three fishes.

A wet fisherman’s bag.

A summer stream.

 

24

An enormous moon

The snow has vanquished the pine

I heard my heart beat.

 

25

The bamboo is green.

The bird likes it.

Orange sunset.

 

26

The earth is warm

The wind wafts away the leaf.

Memory of harvest.

 

27

It’s a moonless night.

Even the crickets are silent

Purple bamboo.

 

28

Fishermen’s nets

trawl the darkness.

The sea doesn’t sleep.

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