Sunday, 28 August 2022

Four Poems and Three Haiku Poems by Samo Kreutz


 

Imperfectnesses

 

So much life in this tree crown

 

If I step back just a little

There is everything
In it

 

Even the street

People
And the whole neighbourhood with its sun

 

But how far do I have to go

Only to notice you there

 

My poem

 


Summer poem

 

High flames of grasses

And trees

Next to freshly awakened houses

 

Slightly above all

The sky

Hopelessly trying to find

 

The boundaries of our growth

 


Aging

 

Once from afar

 

Came very noisily to us

A completely different day

 

So frisky

Even boundlessly young

And it charmed us all

 

In an instant we refused to believe

That days can also

Grow old

 


New places (haiku sequence)

 

Sahara Desert

at the breakfast with tourists

a colourful dawn

 

camel

in her shadow

my footsteps

 

underground house

her last inhabitant

the growing dusk

 


Melancholy (in the autumn)

 

the universe had shrunk

all of it is now

in my house

 

while

there is no one outside to tell me

how long is the time

 

between two shallow breaths

 

 


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 ten books in Slovene and two in English (they are haiku books, one is titled The Stars for Tonight, and the second is A Time Different from Ours, both published by Cyberwit.net from India and are still 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, 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.

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