Dimitur Minkov
Contemplation
attempts at Haiku and other three line stanzas
1
Watermelon seeds
in a bowl on the table
float redundant.
2
Leaves from the vineyard.
The cat passes fleet of foot.
The heavens are cold.
3
A Sunday morning.
Purple chrysanthemums
by a woman asleep.
4.
The air is green.
Breath lightens after rain.
Dusk drawing in.
5.
Wet snow falling.
The winter enters hesitant.
The winter enters.
6.
Cool fresh morning.
A yellow sea of sunflowers.
A pleasant memory
7.
The end of the summer,
a the end of the quay a pair of anglers
stood caught in thought.
8.
On this afternoon
the wind mixes old folks’ voices
with summer dust..
9.
Ruddy cliff face
washed by the wind
meets the dawn
10
The grass is a melody
to the wind
and leaf
11.
The corrugated roof
composes jazz.
racket of applause
12
I slither on memory
and I stop
in the vacuum of what was dreamt
13
The day’s forgotten
with the hundred coloured sunset
before my eyes.
14
The sharpened triplet
the water is ripped
the moon impaled..
15
River pebble
transparent and sad
eye of a fish.
16
Meadow, you scare me
with your whiteness without
any trace of life.
17
A couple of beer bottles
one with a gulp’s-worth at the bottom
the other with foam on its left side.
18
the wind is searching
evening
a hollow to lay its head.
19
Filled with apprehension
the rain drop
awaits its fall.
20
…unbearable
sticky and foggy
afternoon quiet.
21
There are no words for
things that are
unnamed.
22
Washing hung out.
The neighbour’s apple tree
blossom has blown.
23
A rock. Three fishes.
A wet fisherman’s bag.
A summer stream.
24
An enormous moon
The snow has vanquished the pine
I heard my heart beat.
25
The bamboo is green.
The bird likes it.
Orange sunset.
26
The earth is warm
The wind wafts away the leaf.
Memory of harvest.
27
It’s a moonless night.
Even the crickets are silent
Purple bamboo.
28
Fishermen’s nets
trawl the darkness.
The sea doesn’t sleep.