Four Haiku Triptych Poems by Samo Kreutz

 

SHIFTING SILENCE (a haiku triptych)

 

what drifts is held

 

sand ridge ...

the breeze veils

a poet's voice

 

desert fox …

even our sighs

hold still

 

sahara dunes ...

her name slips from

mum’s memory 

 

 

THREADS OF LIGHT AND MIST (a haiku triptych)

 

where whispers weave the fabric of dreams

 

swaying reeds ...

the mist cloaks

faint sigh

 

mirroring lake ...

the breath slips

to dusk

 

ancient pines ...

moonlight weaves

a presence 

 

 

FRUITS OF STILLNESS (a haiku triptych)

 

between heartbeat and memory, silence ripens

 

sunlit orchard ...

a peach falls softly

into her silence

rising heat ...

between two heartbeats

the taste of mint

 

old veranda ...

he offers cherries

to her empty chair 

 

 

JASMINE IN THE SILENCE (a haiku triptych)

 

even distance holds a kind of closeness

 

closed window

yet the scent of jasmine

slips into our dispute

 

paused sparrow ...

between the curtains

words unsaid

 

night deepens ...

softer than moonlight

our silences

Samo Kreutz lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Besides poetry (which he has been writing since he was eight years old), he writes novels, short stories and haiku. He is the author of fourteen books in Slovene (six of them are poetry collections) and six in English (they are haiku books, the last two are titled Not Empty-Handed and Cat and a Dawn, all published by Cyberwit.net from India and are available at Amazon.com). His recent work has appeared on international websites (and journals), such as Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal, Better than Starbucks: Poetry and Fiction Journal, Eunoia Review, Green Ink Poetry, Ink Sweat & Tears: The poetry and prose webzine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Seashores: Haiku Journal, Stardust Haiku Online Journal, The Bamboo Hut, The Heron's Nest and others.

Five Poems by Linda M. Crate

 

a sky in which we danced together

you were a painting

stepping into the magic

of life,

each step measured

and practiced;

woodland faerie

dancing in the wild world

of humanity—

you were the sunlight

lilting through the trees,

every pink sunrise

and sunset of my life

sang to me of you;

you were the princess

of the sun—

& i, your loyal vampire,

the princess of the moon 

hoped that there was some sky

in which we danced together.

immortal and ancient as we

 

eighteen

years i've loved you,

and i know this love

will not fade;

it is a forever flame i hold—

a candle that cannot 

be blown out,

i thought perhaps one day

that i would simply move on;

but you are unforgettable—

i am tethered to this wild

heart of mine who 

loves you no matter how many

oceans or moons part us,

perhaps one day we will dance

through the trees;

and love will blossom in the

wildflowers as well as

our hearts—

immortal and ancient as we.

not even by time

you are a rosefinch,

and i am a raven;

perhaps there is some

universe in which we fly

in the same sky—

but i'd be lying if i didn't

say i wish that we could find

a sky where the sun of you

and the moon of i could know

each other like we do in 

my dreams,

in a love that never dies;

remembered by both trees

and stars forever—

our hearts unique melodies

becoming the perfect song

when our love built itself alive,

creating new universes

and breathing new skies;

where water and sky and earth

and fire all knew a love so

powerful it could never be vanquished

not even by time.

centuries upon centuries

 

sunlit faerie of 

flame and earth,

lilting your song

among the trees;

long have i admired you—

i am a moonlight vampire

of water and wind,

but i think together our 

music may make a song so

pretty even the sun and moon

and stars would listen;

if you take my hand

and i take yours

perhaps we could find a way

to dance through life together?

i have pined for you 

for centuries,

and i'll pine for a thousand more;

but i want to dance in the

warmth of the dreams i've had

in which we were wives

for at least a thousand eternities more.

 

maybe one day we'll be of the same sky

 

i've seen the gold

of your brown eyes,

seen the sunlight of your soul

as it shimmers in this sea of life;

you woke in me the dreaming

when i thought it was dead and gone—

my moon mother may have

taught me i was beautiful in all of

my phases,

but you taught me there was beauty

even in my scars;

i was never brave enough

to confess my love to

you—

but i tire of being a coward:

i love you then and love you still

for i always have and i always will,

and if you cannot reciprocate

i do understand;

but i'll hold onto the hope that

we were wives in my dreams

in a different land and maybe that

will have to be enough—

but i pray one day we will have

adventures together you & i,

where we become entwined in the same sky.

Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has eighteen published chapbooks the latest being: crescent moon (Fae Corps Publishing, July 2026).