shapes, lines and textures
yellow, blue and red brush strokes
happiness for me

I always thought
I knew who I was
but not being able
to leave the house
gives me the space
to discover myself

what are
snowflakes
the little girl
asks

snowflakes are
the frozen tears of angels
her mother
answers

white mountains and trees
bright sunshine, calmness and peace
contemplative mind

snow and fog and storm
days are getting shorter now
what will winter bring

green tea
black tea

always for you
and never for me

night
darkness
loneliness

dark night
sound of a train in the distance
sad call of a lonely owl
hungry bark of a fox passing by
wind playing with the leaves of a tree
church bell striking twice
reminding me to fall asleep

pressure
stress
endless

she
he
trust

I understand
that life
is stressful
for you

but do you understand
that life
is stressful
for me

lilac
lavender
memories

blue
yellow
me

you
me
never

celebrating fall
yellow leaves and misty sky
warmth and love at home

your words
hurt me more
than the blow
of your fist
I try to protect
myself
but I do not know
how

I had not thought
that I could ever
feel happy again
when looking
into the eyes
of a man

But meeting you
has proved me wrong
and now I dance
and sing my song

You never told me
why you had to leave

You just said
that you had to go

So after all those years
I still wonder why

she looks out of the window
into a bright blue sky
I have not heard from him
for a long time
she quietly says
opens a drawer
takes out pen and paper
and begins to write
slowly and thoughtfully

orange
is my favourite colour
she said
it reminds me
of sunshine and warmth
and the happy feeling
that everything
will be fine

smile
touch
enjoy

eating the food
you have cooked for me
is a sensuous experience
I can smell a country
far away
with tastes foreign to me
and secrets and pleasures
to be explored

eating the food
you have cooked for me
soon becomes
a sensual experience
now I can smell
your scent
and taste your skin

I close my eyes
and eat slowly
very very slowly
savouring every bite
not wanting to miss
your secret pleasures

round
square
us

you were
my hero and
my joy

my sunshine
when skies
were grey

my hope
for better things
to come

but now
you are
my biggest
mistake

pen
paper
poem

music
dance
desire

moon
night
awake

rain
smile
joy

I can see how you suffer
trying to understand the past
and to predict the future.

When will you realise
that it is the present
you should focus on?

barren fields and trees
I have lost my ikigai
empty is my soul

"There are too many stones
on the road", he said
and began to pick them up.

She watched him silently,
not showing any emotions.
He looked at her,
disappointed and sad.

Should I have told him
that with every stone he picked up
her love for him grew?

canvas
paints
happiness

sometimes
I do not know
what to do

at other times
I can see
a clear path ahead

today
I am lost again
tomorrow
I might find the path

every day she comes
sits down at the corner table
sips her coffee
and looks forlorn

I want to sit down
next to her
and to I smile at her
to change her expression

but every time I try
I hit the invisible wall
she has erected around herself
so as not to be disturbed

laughter
you
me

he has left the house
she just cannot understand
why he broke their bond

sing
dance
love

Why is it so difficult
to be kind
if one is stressed
she wonders
and softly begins
to weep
as she has hurt him
again.

how can I forget
the stresses of life
how can I smile
without any fear
how can I be
joyful and calm

I show you
he says
taking me
passionately
into his arms

white, pink and grey clouds
chestnuts falling from the tree
restless is my soul

drinking tea with you
in a cafe by the sea
discussing divorce

night
tea
calmness

She is sitting on the wooden bench
in the shadow of the mighty
Eucalyptus tree.

She appears calm and relaxed
with her eyes closed and
a smile on her lips.

Only when I look at her hands
I know that she is struggling to hide
her excitement and desires.

why do you love me
she expectantly asks

I have asked myself
the same question
he answers and smiles

lavender
cinnamon
happiness

Lazy Sunday afternoon
Hot chocolate, cake and reading.

Dreams of better days to come
Thoughts of adventure and of fun.

I wish Monday does not come!

you are back
she says, smiles
and puts the kettle on
to make tea for him

he is confused
as he had not expected
such a welcome
having left her
nearly ten years ago

I have no home
I say
quietly beginning to weep

That is not true
You say
impatiently shaking your head

I lost my father
I say
weeping with sorrow

We all loose our fathers
You say
not feeling my pain

snow
storm
loneliness

you say:
I want to fly high
and reach for the stars

I wonder:
do you know what you are looking for
or are you just running away