storm – Scriptorium '77

Haiku 2026: Zeichen / Signs

This is a collection of seven haiku, written every day of week 4 of 2026. Eine Sammlung von sieben Haiku, geschrieben an jedem Tag der vierten Woche des Jahres 2026.

Protected: Haiku 2025: Freundschaft / Friendship

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Éowyn

She leads me home
Where I come from
Pushes me softly
In my back

All the Laurels To the Fool

and the water is crawling deep under his skin
and the sun is burning leafs to ashes
and the storm is howling in both of his ears

throwing a stone back to where we left

facing the miracles on the wall
standing tall no more
what’s left is enough
and that’s always tough

futile is the agony during a hurricane

everyone was told before
yesterday
all that’s gone
is better than
today

Whistling With the Wind At Midnight

It’s not a challenge
It’s a game we play
The livingroom door is behind me

Sonnet #22: Storm

It is a dry, not wet, but stormy day
Between the eyes my vision searches light
What cannot be, I cannot see nor say
And for vague knowledge I miss all my sight

Global Teapot

Words are floating down the southern hemisphere
Troublesome the mind might melting
Into a global teapot

From Zeynep to Antonia

A few hours ago I learned to concentrate on my breathing
When there are distractions
At some point you realise that you are distracted