http://saradias.com/blog kort-kort bitter komiese geskryf Fri, 16 Jul 2010 07:32:59 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Soccer ball aimed at wet seagull going home -- Vuvus blare I long for the bees of summer -- © Sara P. Dias (South Africa) Both first published in Asahi Haikuist Network, July 16, 2010. http://saradias.com/blog/?p=392 Below 0° snowflakes touch portholes no face alike First published: Asahi Haikuist Network, Feb. 19, 2010 © Sara Dias http://saradias.com/blog/?p=376 (a rondeau) There's water on the moon, they say, enough to wash the grit away from eyes alit by this detour mapped out by Greed's cartographer who mocks the herd, this way, This way ... I bled the green valley Monday, all the veins ran dry by Sunday, while to my children I proffer the water on the moon, ... http://saradias.com/blog/?p=351 'n Suurpootjie-skilpad skommel vorentoe-agtertoe, voerentoe-agtertoe, teen 'n heining vas, die spinnekopblom ontplooi vir net een dag - en stink al klaar na aas; die blou Aristea's vou die lug reeds op die middaguur toe, want koekemakranka se penisvrug het nooit verskyn - bestuiwing het soos die renoster en die Khoisan verdwyn. © Sara P. Dias © Sara P. Dias [caption ... http://saradias.com/blog/?p=335 Gelykheid trippetrappetrone soos die ballerina op 'n speeldoos: voornemens pragtig, maar goedkoop en sentimenteel - eentonige klaagliedere is vir saamsing, en wentel om die waarheid, vasgehaak in een groef van kwaad en kleur, en al wat ons ken is die dryfveer maar weer opwen - soos Haydn se "Sewe Laaste Woorde aan die Kruis" - sewe woorde wat langer vat ... http://saradias.com/blog/?p=331 Lined up with my pillows I find a tray with a scalloped tea cloth: its flowers and ribbons trailing a basket; the pattern repeated in all quadrants; hand-embroidered and thoughtfully arranged. Spread around the centre of one whole-grain slice, marmalade to sweeten a cup of Kenya and a glass of thin orange juice, crowding a small ... http://saradias.com/blog/?p=329 I stretch time Holiday photos on my desk - Footprints in hot sand A wave of pedestrians wipes out yesterday - Her swells and troughs linger on shore Desk dreamer © Sara Dias http://saradias.com/blog/?p=324 Let men be men, demands the man, and mark the confidence in his request, his musk still trailing far behind where dampening dark has settled heavy stones to shape decay: the dents defined in moss, once supple life, her amber bracelet stains the skin turned grey where bones show wrist aligned with womb now raped by rock, ... http://saradias.com/blog/?p=314 In small hands sparklers cast spiral galaxies -- Timeless play dawn frays the tail end of night's arc First published: Asahi Haikuist Network, July 17, 2009. -- Owl asks who? A billion stars wink knowingly -- Evening dress Milky Way girdles dashing earth -- © Sara Dias http://saradias.com/blog/?p=257 Out of blue irises summer skies unfurl -- Falling sky Blue hydrangeas cloud the garden -- Blue iris tongues uncurl to catch water pearls First published: Asahi Haikuist Network, June 19, 2009. -- © Sara Dias http://saradias.com/blog/?p=246