Januarmorgen

Januarmorgen

Zitronengelbes Licht scheint

Und erwärmt den Raum

(Bild: Miller'sImageBank, Haiku: M&H)

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come in and join us

things are pure and simple here

bring in your talents!

(picture  and haiku by Maria, 

the photograph shows a place in the Sauerland, Germany)

 

a change of season

tulips in their spring colors

they catch the sunlight

(picture and haiku by Maria)

 

sunlight and shadow

improvisation and plan

they go hand in hand

(patchwork wallhanging and haiku by Maria)

 

Bees

Can you imagine

the joyful humming of bees

in a flower field?

(Haiku and picture by Maria, the photo shows the meadow in the fantastic garden of the lovely Bee Museum in Weimar, Germany)

Small Red Notebook

my small red notebook

covered with leaves and berries

it holds my treasures

(Haiku and pictures by Maria)

Flug über Berge

und Meer. Kraniche rufen

Das Ziel ist bald nah

      

               - von Wolfgang

(Haiku and picture by Wolfgang, Berlin, Germany)

Morgens früh aufstehn

dann frohen Mutes rausgehn

Und einen Hund sehn

                - von Johanna

(Haiku and picture by Johanna, Berlin, Germany)

Am lidl Parkplatz

Frühstückspause Herr und Hund

das Frauchen kauft ein

             - von Christa

(Haiku and picture by Christa, Berlin)

Verwirrung - welchen Beinen soll man folgen?

Confusion of shoes

Which pair belongs to my Herr

Which one looks better?

                 - von Christa

(Haiku in English with a speckle of German, text and picture by Christa, Berlin)

Frühlingserwachen

Frühlingserwachen

Zwitschernde Vogelpaare

Auf zartgrünem Baum.

                       - von Christa

(Haiku by Christa, picture by Maria, it shows a meadow in early spring at the old Romberg Park,
 Dortmund, Germany)

Fine Books

What's in a fine book?

Fragile ideas, vague maps, warmth.

The scent of a rose.

(Haiku by Maria, picture taken by Maria at the home of the architect and designer Henry van de Velde in Weimar, Germany.)

Allgäu- Symphonie

Allgäu- Symphonie

Wildbachrauschen - Blumenwiesen - Fahrwind - Zwetschgenknödel - Buttermilch - Sennalpe - Holzscheune - Holunderschorle - Käsekuchen - Blumenkästen - Bergpanorama - Moorwasser - Tobel - Kneippbad - Wiesenduft - Heu - Bauernhäuser - Kuhglocken - frei-laufende Hühner - Dickmilch mit Früchten - Picknick - Himmel blau-weiß - Wasserfall - Apfelbaumallee - Bergabfahrt ...

das ist das Allgäu

                          H. M.

(text by H.M., pictures by Miller'sImageBank)

Le Vagabond

Le Vagabond

Je suis un vagabond.

Je suis libre.

Je n'ai rien,

et rien qui me retienne.

J'entends de la musique

sur laquelle je danse.

mais personne ne l'écoute, sauf moi.

Le prochain pas?

Là, c'est le néant,

qui m'appelle.

Et moi, j'erre á sa rencontre.

(poem by Françoise and Maria, picture taken by Maria at Montmartre, Paris.)

(If anyone knows the name of the painter I'd be happy to receive an e-mail 

- MARIASmail@t-online.de -.

I'd like to mention his or her name here, I think the painting is marvelous.)

Je flane

Je flane

Je flane devant un café

Un chien est assis là

Son regard suit mes pas.

Je flane devant un café

Un chien est assis là

Musique vole par la porte ouverte.

Je flane devant un café

Un chien est assis là

Il voudrait bien me saluer.

Je flane devant un café

Un chien est assis là

Je passe devant un café.

Peut-être la prochaine fois ...

(poem by Françoise and Maria, picture taken by Maria at Montmartre, Paris)

Porte

Je tape

Je suis arrivée

Quelqu'un ouvre la porte

Cœur

(poem by Françoise et Maria, picture taken by Maria in Paris, Montmartre)

The structure of this poem is called "Elfchen" in German, "Eleven-Words-Poem" in English. Those eleven words are arranged like this:

*

* *

* * *

* * * *

*

With the last word one can try to give a new insight to the reader, it's good to choose a word that rounds out what was said before but which also leads into a slightly new direction.

More of these ideas about how to arrange lines of poetry can be found at the side-bar here with the title: 

Do-it-yourself:Poetry!

It's fun!

Nous nous rencontrons dans un café.

Quelle joie de te voir.

Nous avons beaucoup de choses à raconter.

Nous nous rencontrons dans un café.

Après tant d'années.

Tu es sans pareil.

Nous nous rencontrons dans un café.

Quelle joie de te voir.

(This Rondell-poem - Rondeau - was written by Françoise and Maria, the picture had been taken by Maria in an alley at Montmartre, Paris.)

... at the bookstore "Shakespeare & Company" in Paris.

in the afternoon

the piano is silent

it smiles at the sun

(picture and Haiku by Maria, picture had been taken at the arthouse cinema "Lichthaus" in Weimar, Germany)

a piece and a piece 

and a piece and a piece and

a piece and a star

(picture and Haiku by Maria)