you are the ocean ~ with a thousand deep secrets ~ washing on my shore — © Lize Bard 2 Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Namibia 2017/01
Day: October 14, 2018
Solitary Man – Poetry For Healing
Solitary Man – Poetry For Healing
The Joker In My Head
I am not me
I’m just a reflection
Having no control over what I’m doing
It’s like I’m a puppet
Some strange hand controlling me
Writing my fate
Deciding my destiny
Makes me do things that I never wished to
Makes me dance to his tune
How did this happen?
When did I let myself go?
When did I succumb to his powers?
I’ve been in his control as long as I can remember
I’ve been a slave to his commands
How did I become so neurotic?
How did I become so paranoid?
Have I really lost myself?
Am I really out of control?
Or am I just looking for someone to blame?
Footpath
The late afternoon light was really special today — sharp and bright and clear — and perfect for painting the yellow trees and purple sky near the lake. The weather at this time of year always brings to mind those first weeks when I returned to sketching after a long break and soon after started this blog — seven years ago this week! I had to mark the occasion with a quick watercolour, painted from my car. If you’ve been following along on this amazing journey, thanks for writing and commenting and sending me kind words. It still brings me joy to paint and write about whatever the day brings my way.
If Death Steals Me Away
If death steals me away
To that somewhere
Beyond the woods, oceans and the sky
Won’t you spare a minute or two?
To sit beside me for one last time
To remember me
For I shall rejuvenate once again
In you, your heart
In the breeze that gently touches your fingertips
And in the pale light that kiss your cheeks
Won’t you cherish the last sight of me?
And the way regret filled your eyes
And rolled down your face
If death steals me away
To that somewhere
Wherein time doesn’t exist
Don’t you walk past, like the rest
Never noticing me, my scars
The brokenness in my frozen smile
The wounds,
The wounds which only you can see
Somewhere deep inside my lifeless cadaver
Tormented Mist
I once knew serenity as I nibbled on your earlobe. I once knew the sounds of waterfalls as you inhaled my existence. I once stood behind the shadows of affection as you stumbled in silence. I once saw the tormented mist in your gut wrenching eyes. I once fell madly in love with your naval and collarbone. I once knew the honey oozing off your tongue. I once knew the lilacs and daises shining under our secret garden. I once knew the meaning of love when I saw you blush. I once cared for your everlasting lightning soul. I once saw you seeking truth in the gravel. I once fell in love with your fireworks. All I can see is your tormented mist in the dark where we use to be close.
Haiku on Autumn Weather
Golden wet oak leaves
Mulch in puddles of decay
Earthworms turn the soil.
10-12-18
Power of Listening
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Splitting dream
Without the night
Day cannot be
Without sorrows
Happiness is not felt
Without storms and clouds
Light cannot be appreciated
Without failures
Victories lose meaning
Without death
There is no life
In the two hidden
There is ONE:
No life, no death
No Ups, no downs
No No, No Yes
No time, no space
Just One in All
And All in One
While we dream time and space
Touching opposites
While we are the dream of the One
Splitting into fragments…
DidiArtist, 21.07.2018
The Reluctant Poet 