sundown, blurred vision
turning eastward, rising sun
a drop of hope emerges

 

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Published by Dag Travner

born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster.

2 thoughts on “Haiku: Eastward”

  2. well, one of the most outstanding features of poetry is its ambiguity – there are lots of possible meanings and the reader has to find out which one appeals to them 😉
    hope you like it, leizel 🙂

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