Poetry — 20 January 2011
Fatima’s contribution this month: her Neo-Haikus
A door creaks on hinges of autumn,
Distances gaze grey.
Dewdrops restless on leaves.
Are you back home?
A road long as a wait
A winter that does not see.
My hands grope in the fog
Will I find myself?
Me, a weed in the backyard,
Swaying to whims of time.
Stuttering my way into the language of life.
A gaping afternoon.
Straight lines of a white wall
half-open window
A letter half stuck in the letter-box
A street awaiting footfalls
Autumn tramples the streets
Auburn, lilac, ochre, russet
Dry leaves of fall
Branches thinning to twigs
Piercing the pale, cobalt sky
A wind rising behind a red-bricked chimney
Do you dwell in colours?
I tread gently into the rustle of September
Afternoon is brittle
Cracks under my tread
I sail from grey to grey.
Autumn hums in my ears
Neo-Haikus by Fatima
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