Monday, April 9, 2018


Stray, it was trying to hide in a hollow of the tree.
But only for a moment.
Agitated magpie aimed with a half-rusty spoon in its mouth turned the refuge for lonely wanderer into farce.

Vagabond wind
at the night shelter
gone begging

Image Source: CCO Creative Commons

Sunday, April 8, 2018


life hieroglyphs
gone with the wind
your loving arms

Image Source: CCO Creative Commons

Read more at CARPE DIEM Weekend Meditation

Thursday, April 5, 2018

3 bottles of champagne

The doctor. White solitude. Who knew: inside – a poet & artist.
“No emotions”, - she says while noticing 3 bones-models, colored as a bikini, on the shelf. –“Do you know what I see? “– doc turns, then grinning back in her wetted eyes…

3 bottles of champagne
ready to explode
trapped emotions

Image Source: CCO Creative Common

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Tuesday, April 3, 2018


daffodil …shiny petals overshadow sunbeams

after a sunset playing solo golden trumpet

*Image source: CCO Creative Commons

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

...its lips give to drink...

Life fragments
scattered in pain
through the chambers
heart purifying love
a ripple: is that a risk or a chance?

*Title - fragment from the poem by Rumi, the painting - a fragment of youth exhibition 

Read more at CARPE DIEM HAIKU, 'THe Beauty of  The Heart'

Sunday, March 25, 2018


eyes move
the pressure on
who said:
be prepared
when retrograde
Mercury- friend
come as a refrain
to remind
the old,
thought gone,
from the past
recurring, did
they pass? no,
they – in the dream
watching you
chop the new
contrary to ream
piled on
the shelves, closets
filled in eve
the spreads
they talk of lessons:
where did you
give your power
loosen the chain…

*Image Source: CCO Creative Commons

Sunday, January 28, 2018


I see there a train -
wagon by wagon
ordnance in
innocent arms...
a bolt from the blue... -
a burst!
and muted silence...
a menace built-up
in the sky...

Image source: CCO Creative Commons

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Earth moves

Who cut the ground
under my feet
the earth moves
the pillars of truth

my old friends
hold hands apart
who’s wrong with me
eyes look within
the strangers…

collecting the thoughts
the purpose they seek
by a foot of the hill
meeting the souls

*Image source:CCO Creative Commons, by kellepics