white and glistening snow
trees and paths seem not the same
stillness touches me

grey
grey
red

night
heat
desire

looking at
the feather
on the pavement
she remembers
that as a little girl
it had been
her dream
to be a poet
when growing up
however
she sadly
had to let go
of her dream

Hush hush
sleep my little boy
Hush hush
you are my great joy
Hush hush
I guard all your dreams

Hush hush
smile my little boy
Hush hush
I bring you a toy
Hush hush
I guard all your dreams

she looks
at the
broken cup

just like
my life
she sighs

she picks
up the
pieces

undecided
what
to do next

why can I not sleep
she asks
exhausted from the thoughts
racing in her mind

as she has no answer
to her nightly question
she takes a deep breath
and falls asleep

they want me
to fail
they wish me
bad luck
they look down
at me
and laugh
at me
and what do I do
I do even better

problems
solutions
calmness

breathe in
breathe out
carry on

it is Christmas

the little boy
happily playing
with his shiny new toys
is oblivious to the
dark cloud that envelopes
his parents

I am sad as I sense
that this might be the
last Christmas
when both parents
watch him play

I do not know you
but I like talking to you
You are far away
and yet so close
Your voice which I cannot remember
gives me comfort
in times of chaos and pain
Your eyes which have never caught my gaze
tell me that I shall be fine
You accidentally crossed my path
and yet it seemed so purposeful
I think I would like to know you

she looks at the books
on her bookshelf
and begins to cry
as every book
represents one of
her unfulfilled desires

she wanted to travel
but did not have time
she loves the idea of cooking
but hates her kitchen
she likes gardening
but lives in a flat
she dreams of being an artist
but does not have courage
she yearns to be happy
but can never achieve it

the books on her bookshelf
tell a story of failure
of a life wasted
and dreams not lived
she therefore decides
to throw out the books
and begin afresh

old Japanese pots
mossy lanterns in the woods
calm is now my mind

he cannot understand her
he tries really hard
determined to succeed
but her soul just seems
to slip further away

music
rhythm
power

tea
smiles
warmth

piano
music
joy

I sit here amongst all the noisy people
Feeling very still
Very empty
Very sad
I can hear chatter and laughter all around me
But my heart is quiet and full of pain
Longing to have you here chatting and laughing with me

I can hear the awe in your voice
when you say to me:
"You are a career woman."
I can see the pride on your face
that I have made it,
that I have achieved something
you have always dreamt of.
And I can see envy slowly creeping up
and mixing with disbelieve
when you ask me:
"Why are you not happy?"

you need to set
impossible goals
if you want to be
a successful poet
he advised

she looks at him
confused
as she finds it
impossible to do
what he suggests

do you miss him
she asks
I do not know
I answer
as I enjoy
spending time
with myself

sun
warmth
optimism

dark sky and no moon
fleeting images of clouds
grieving is my soul

tea
cake
break

rainy and bleak town
smileless faces rushing past
sadness engulfs me

I like walking
in the rain

cooling
comforting
nurturing
rain
cleanse
my body
and mind

refreshing
rejuvenating
invigorating
rain
strengthen
my body
and mind

I just love walking
in the rain

what about you?

yellow leaves and morning fog
days are getting short
desire to slow down

when you smile
I see the little girl
who was full of awe
about the wonders
of this world
had a sense of adventure
a believe that
anything was possible
and could be achieved
with lightness and joy
seeing you smile today
makes my soul dance
with happiness
as I can see
that despite  the challenges of life
the little girl has survived

I can see love and desire
In your eyes
As you look at me
From a distance

You move slowly and cautiously
Calming your burning heart
Not wanting to miss the moment

I know the moment
Will come soon
And smile at you
In anticipation

he sits
opposite her
his face
slightly turned
to the right
his eyes
fixed at a point
far in the
distance

she looks
at him
her face
is motionless
but her eyes
tell me
how sad
she is

happy new year
she smiles
happy new year
she sings
happy new year
she hopes

It is magical to dance with you
On the white cloud
My dress made of dew drops
Glisters in the morning sun
A warm wind gently plays with my hair
And sunshine envelopes our bodies
As our souls finally meet

red
green
wait

mother
child
harmony

I can feel
your anger
creeping up on me
Slowly, slowly
like the mist
in the morning
I cannot escape
because
to you
I am her

do not be afraid
go for it
determined
with power
and joy

do not be afraid
it is your life
your choice

do not be afraid
take it
you deserve it
just smile
it is easy

new year
new challenges
new ideas
new solutions
new hopes
new struggles
new love
new life
new me

she looks
at the list
that she has just written
and decides
that she needs
nothing new

Before I came
I was sad
as I knew
I would never be able
to come again.

Now that I have come
I feel no sadness
as I have realised
that there is nothing here
I still want to have.

fog and weeping sky
dancing red and yellow leaves
fleeting happiness

I need to allow myself
not to have pressure
she says
determined
to relax
and enjoy life

I look at her
and I am sad
as I sense
that she
does not know
how to
do that

I am changing
my life
she said
with a smile
and left
the house

what is your style
she asks

what is my style
I wonder

every argument
increases
the distance
between
you and me
and reminds me
how wrong I am
to believe
that there will be
a happy end
for you and me

I like sipping
camomile tea.

The smell reminds me
of happy days
in my grandmother’s house
when I was free
of worries and fear
and full of joy and hope.

Drinking camomile tea
reminds me
that anything is possible.

I watch him
shaping a mug
on the pottery wheel

fully concentrated on the task
he firmly pushes down the clay
and then gently pulls it up
to create the perfect mug

I wonder if I will feel
his strength and gentleness
when I drink from his mug

I like islands as
they let me escape
from the drudgery
of everyday life.
Once I land on an island
I cut off the rope
that secured my boat.
Then I open
my arms and heart widely
allowing freedom to replace
repression and fear.
After a while I am me again
and ready to take on
the impossible.
Then it is time
to take my mobile
out of my bag and check
my text messages.

relax
dream
recover

waiting for the boat
stormy waters and grey sky
anxious is her mind