tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189888842024-03-16T13:26:13.827+01:00haiku-shelfhaiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-38846179509706945812024-03-16T13:25:00.006+01:002024-03-16T13:25:36.468+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Amseln</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">zerfetzen Krokusse.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Einer hupt,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">weil ein anderer</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">nicht sofort fährt</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">bei Grün.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Und irgendwie</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">hängt alles zusammen.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-50934319682882984322024-03-14T14:48:00.001+01:002024-03-14T14:48:15.675+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Frühlingslicht.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Die Häuser, die Menschen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Älter geworden.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-21450503956186399122024-03-11T19:15:00.005+01:002024-03-11T19:15:34.214+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">clouds mean </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">much to me </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">even the grey ones </span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-38772614845158752862024-03-10T12:27:00.005+01:002024-03-10T12:27:56.702+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Nun Wasser</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">für die Vogeltränke.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Gut möglich, dass</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">von einem Baum aus</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">ein Eichhörnchen schaut.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Gärten sind immer</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">voller Blicke.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-2130314616771581862024-03-09T16:46:00.002+01:002024-03-09T16:46:27.969+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Es wird gebaut.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Elstern, Menschen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Die Elstern wollen</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">hoch hinaus.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Zweig für Zweig,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">das wird was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Die Menschen </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">schafften Rodung</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">und einen Zaun.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">An dem Zaun</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">ein Schild.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-36471564227389235352024-03-06T16:33:00.001+01:002024-03-06T16:33:07.792+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Blüten.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Jetzt kein Frost mehr, bitte.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Kein Frost mehr.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-81460328524044990502024-03-05T17:36:00.001+01:002024-03-05T17:38:17.926+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I wouldn't </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">recognize a wren.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'd recognize a tiger.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't think that I </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">expect a tiger</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">behind this hedge</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">but one never knows</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">it's better to walk</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a bit faster.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-41361515541617015732024-03-04T18:20:00.005+01:002024-03-04T18:20:58.886+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'd feel </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">uncomfortable</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">in a room </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">with an </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">illuminated </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">globe</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">too much </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">troubles </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">not enough </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">hope </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">on earth </span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-69659474803178311112024-03-03T15:49:00.003+01:002024-03-03T15:49:51.868+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">1. Märzsonntag </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">und im Garten ein </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Zitronenfalter!</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-84708336338439712382024-03-03T15:46:00.005+01:002024-03-03T15:46:55.174+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">March </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">named after </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the god of war </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">with his spear</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">but what we</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">really need</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">is birdsong</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the expectation </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">of longer and</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">peaceful days </span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-16668820115349958112024-03-02T21:38:00.005+01:002024-03-02T21:38:55.994+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">hyacinths </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">mean colours </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">and scent</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a stroll</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">in the park</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">next to the river</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">with its old trees</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">young lovers</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I invented </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">this scene </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">but it could</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">happen</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">just now</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-68266544779237013232024-03-02T16:39:00.004+01:002024-03-02T16:39:28.753+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Vögel</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">stochern</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">und finden.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Leute suchen</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Schlüssel, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Zettel, Namen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Irgendwas mit B...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Baum! Ja,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">so heißt er.</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-84874321745132333102024-03-01T17:15:00.000+01:002024-03-01T17:15:15.042+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a slice </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">of blue</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">over there</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">take it</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">with you </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">through </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">your day</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">lengthen it</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">if you like</span></p><p>(AW, March 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-46217542765869661342024-02-29T21:55:00.002+01:002024-02-29T21:59:09.791+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">longer days </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">twigs are needed</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">for nests </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">blue for the sky</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">and my mouth </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">to imitate </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the bird's call</span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-19294129014324370092024-02-28T18:22:00.003+01:002024-02-28T18:22:35.096+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a jazz </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">trumpet solo </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">and daffodils </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">in a blue vase </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">and applause </span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-68944177573631950912024-02-25T15:56:00.000+01:002024-02-25T15:56:20.233+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Anscheinend</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">gibt es die Sonne noch.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ganz kurz </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">war sie</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">jedenfalls da.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Und ich hätte fast</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">ein Gedicht über</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">den Hund an der Leine</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">geschrieben,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">der möglicherweise</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">nur geliehen ist.</span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-50390534287165609382024-02-23T19:52:00.007+01:002024-02-23T19:52:56.964+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">4 formaggi </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the day does</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">end well</span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-81883321562650237532024-02-18T18:23:00.007+01:002024-02-18T18:23:55.790+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Close your eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Now make a sketch</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">of snowdrops.</span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-84479500433953403182024-02-16T16:58:00.004+01:002024-02-16T16:58:19.989+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Grauer Himmel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ein Motor läuft</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">zu lang im Stand.</span></p><p>(AW, Feb 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-89078175392581158692024-01-27T18:04:00.000+01:002024-01-27T18:04:00.999+01:00<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Saturday morn</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a magpie's call</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the cold is back</span></p><p>(AW, Jan 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-15882050608783799142024-01-26T21:20:00.001+01:002024-01-26T21:20:12.440+01:00<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">clouds</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">three kinds of grey</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">don't wait for more</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">on a day like this</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">some sticky stains</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">on the bathroom floor</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">probably done by a ghost</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">don't expect answers</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">don't expect</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">this so-called "nice-weather"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">wear a pink blouse</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">or a green one</span></p><p>(AW, Jan 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-31534678116233028902024-01-21T17:56:00.007+01:002024-01-21T17:56:43.038+01:00<p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">witch hazel </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a queen </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">for sure</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">her residence</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the flower bed</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">beside the shed</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">where some with legs</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">hide to survive</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the cold</span></p><p>(AW, Jan 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-82545638883842175532024-01-09T18:58:00.006+01:002024-01-09T18:58:40.869+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">frozen water </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">in the bird bath</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the buddha's </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">warm smile</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">some red berries</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">needed for</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">the colour</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">and I recall</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">a buzzard's cry</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">for the sound</span></p><p>(AW, Jan 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-722350838503556162024-01-01T17:34:00.004+01:002024-01-01T17:34:16.066+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #04ff00; font-size: x-large;"><b>haiku </b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Neues Jahr.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Jazz und Tee</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">weiter gut.</span></p><p>(AW, Jan 2024)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988884.post-2147085464032417282023-12-31T18:49:00.003+01:002024-01-01T01:30:06.030+01:00<p> </p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: x-large;"><b>poem</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ein Land</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">voller Matsch,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">wie es so geht</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">nach viel </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">zu viel Regen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ein Mann ruft:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"Hanni,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">du bist du ja</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">endlich!"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Seine Stimme</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">klingt froh.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Also einer</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">zufrieden -</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">immerhin.</span></p><p>(AW, Dec 2023)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>haiku-shelf (Angelika Wienert)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.com0