Karel Trinkewitz (1931-2014) Prague Haiku, Franz Kafka [mixed media mounted on wooden panel, ca. 1990]
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"La belleza de lo simple".
Fotografía: Masao Yamamoto. Japón, (1957). Fotógrafo y pintor minimalista. Temas: Bodegones, desnudos, paisajes. Fotografías en pequeños formatos. Tiñe algunas fotos con té.
Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar.
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We hope you enjoy this beautiful piece of art and haiku by the talented Jemima L Farris @reallifeauntjemima (co host of Butterflies and Bravery Podcast)
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whether to hate her or love her
I was 11 when I first met her.
I Remember we were playing, me and my friends and she came up to me and said
“Can I play too?”
now I wasn’t the one who was gonna say no to a new friend.
and a new story started.
a story to never embed in the hearts.
Now we both weren’t exactly each other's closest personifications. But nonetheless, the spark grew, enough to start a fire. The kind of blazing fire that seems as if it would never burn out.
We started talking, we started to start to know each other and oh it was beautiful.
We shared everything, two peas in a pod.
me being the chaos and her being the charmer. We called ourselves best friends. But there was one word we liked to add, both of us didn’t know why or whether it was wholly true, “forever”.
it's a nice word if you hear it, speaks of itself as the ongoing process of no end.
cut to a fragment of years after the singing daisies and the heartfelt hugs.
I moved, not that far really just a couple of streets away but at the time we both made it seem as if we were going to be oceans apart.
we met though, every month if possible but you can’t really change destiny and well everything has its course.
How long can you make something yours if there’s not enough love left?
It was fine really at least it didn't end on bad terms, those fights that make you think why you ever made memories.
thinking back on lost nostalgia you also wonder if it all was ever worth it.
If the love that you gave or the heart that you preserved was ever really worth it?
not everything has shocking endings,
But not everything lasts forever as well.
Either death do you part or the destiny that comes along with it.
it didn’t end in drama or a fight, it just drifted till we didn’t even talk to each other anymore. I almost wish it ended in a fight so I didn’t have to go through the pain of losing her slowly.
I miss the time we laughed and hung out, sometimes I just wanna call her up and ask how she is doing but
I was the one who cut her off because I felt like I was being dragged down.
Everybody tells me it's better that way now,
but I'm sorry about all the inside jokes that no one will understand or some of my best memories that happened with her.
I feel sorry to lose my best friend,
but the worst part is that our history was so good it didn't deserve that kind of an end.
I would love to tell you that we stayed best friends,
but we won't even keep in touch,
All we had was those 2 years,
And we grew,
And we laughed,
And then
We outgrew each other.
And that’s okay.
maybe it isn’t okay now. But it will be.
it has to be.
we’re all temporary anyway,
We were never meant to last.🫀
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Beaver Moon: A Haiga by David Jibson
Beaver Moon: A Haiga by David Jibson
Watercolor wash on Arches paper – David Jibson
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