Where Resin Meets Salt (a haiku triptych)
not all stories need ink to speak
drifting sailboat ...
dad’s old gloves smell
dad’s old gloves smell
like pine resin
coastal tree line ...
she folds her son's
treasure map
captain’s log ...
the inkless part speaks
in scent of seaweed
The Space Between Sound (a haiku triptych)
not every drum must strike to be heard
school parade ...
a drummer boy waits
a drummer boy waits
for the breeze
distant lightning ...
the black hill holds
soldier's breath
bamboo thicket ...
a girl taps her silence
into twilight
Between the Wind and Us (a haiku triptych)
nature understands what we cannot say
wind in the reeds ...
a grasshopper folds
a grasshopper folds
our chat
river meadow ...
ants in a grass change
direction of his sigh
high tea ...
her husband answers
in a cricket’s voice
Neon Prophets
the sky fractures
into asphalt whispers
and cracks
lampposts
rise as the prophets
waiting for dawn
beneath them
our shadows gather
like moths
in search
of constellations
pulsing through the copper veins
into asphalt whispers
and cracks
lampposts
rise as the prophets
waiting for dawn
beneath them
our shadows gather
like moths
in search
of constellations
pulsing through the copper veins
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 twelve books in Slovene (five 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, 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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