La Sourdine

Silencieusement
je reve de la solitude.
Quand je l'aurai
c'est la sourdine
uniquement hantee.

Hop makes you young

A village in full bloom
the kids are off from school
sounds of the mobilettes
roaring by making
the old folks hop out of their way.
Maybe that is why
the old fogies are so alert!

Une chatte dans mon village

Un jour ou je me promène
dans mon petit village
j'ai rencontré une chatte
qui m'ai dit, c'est a moi
cette petite ville
mais si tu serais gentille
tu pourrais la partager;
alors je lui ai dit
Je te respecte, j'espère
que tu feras la même.
Elle m'a regardée et s'est tournée.

Baking haiku

Creating a cake
without any recipe
only with my wit.

Don't do what I do!

Sitting in the alley behind my little house
reading suddenly a voice calls out
you should not sit in the currant air
you will catch a cold,
an old lady from the street calls out;
I tell her I am fine; she leaves.
In the market today I meet her again
she asks me if I am all right.
I said: You are like my mother,
I heeded your advice and went in.
She smiled - I could hear her chest
rattling!

Humanity scrutinized

In the fine houses
in the burbs'
each sits inside
mull their own thoughts.

In the little houses
in the village
everyone gets out
chats with their neighbors.

Of course, not all are friendly
but if you are not - ostracism.

Carcasonne haiku

Medieval fortress
adventure from a far past
Madam sounds the bell.

Sea haiku

Sea conversation
away from the beach unheard
avoiding topics

Visigothess

Borrowing a friend's computer
to email one's family and friends
is a true mitkva for an expatriate
Visigothess - a wonderful Vølva.

Without this the ties would be less
without the ties we cannot move
ties to our connextions
are the muscles of our days.

Visigothess understands this
wholeheartedly
because she is another expatriate
far away from her lands.

Whether you are a wanting vølva
or a wonderful visigothess
we all need the same thing
our strings - ourselves.

Chemistry ?

Is vague knowledge
an awareness of unconscious insight?
Is vaqueness enough
to warn about dangers?
Where from do we get
our "inbred" perceptions?
In the womb chemicals
are thrown at us incessantly!
Today's embryo is radiated
with mobile technology.
Will these sparkling sensors
twist our minds so?
Are vague emissions
a warm warning
of all conscious hurt?

Zealots

Masada to Montsegur
Auschwitz to the Gulags
one less heretic
one less ethnic
the powerful are afraid.
I am afraid of
zealots
of any kind!

Village haiku

Languedoc village
its heritage wine and Cathars
midst of sun and sea.

Sad restaurant haiku

Last year - had the best
I dreamt of that lamb cutlet.
The chef out to lunch!