28 May 2020

Day after day

Our time goes by, years run away,
we patch ourselves day after day,
stubbornly weave a dream, a plan,
like spiders weave – always again,
day after day – new and new threads,
if one of gods tears up their webs.

Nap nap után

Nap nap után elszalad,
foltozgatod önmagad.
Szősz kitartón álmokat,
mint a pók sző napra nap
 hálója ha elszakad 
mindig újabb szálakat.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Our World Tuesday

19 May 2020

Oatmeal with strawberry

Strawberry, honey,
and oatmeal, so smooth,
I eat my breakfast
with Winnie the Pooh.

Our World Tuesday

14 May 2020

News from the bucket

The hatchlings hatched.

12 May 2020


From flower to flower,
I walk on the path.
To get lovely moments,
my soul reaches out.

From deep red to purple,
from yellow to white,
the flowers console me,
they cuddle my heart.

I walk like a beggar,
with wishes and sighs,
from orange to dark blue,
from shadow to light.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Our World Tuesday
My Corner of the World

06 May 2020

Nest in the bucket

What do two young engineers do, when a pair of pigeons moved to the balcony? Of course they put up a camera. 😀