We got a lot of snow recently in Prague and it fills me with sheer joy to put on my cross-country skis right under my balcony.

A longer poem in my mother tongue Czech inspired by Richard Feynmann s lectures at University of Washington in Seattle.

This is my contribution to a non-professional writers competition more at http://blogovyroman.idnes.cz/ .I did not win with this chapter but I had g8 fun writing it. Story of a 33-year old single living her life in a small Czech town.In Czech only.

When you are too busy to see that spring has arrived.

Solstice longing.

Take me...

A sort of a confession.

Short drought between the rains of passion.

People usually love it, or hate it. I belong to the first group. And BTW, this is very badly written. But it is just about the soup...although a Soup with big S.

Hmm. This won´t be broadly understood on FP apart from the first word of the title but it is so much easier and encouraging to write in one´s mother tongue...

Jogging turned into an almost transcendental experience.

Love, lust, dust.

Fortunately enough, despite global warming, spring still preceeds summer. In writing as well.

My first haiku written in four different languages: EN, FR, ES, CZ. The translations are only approximate, i.a. for metric reasons.

Live it, catch it, hold it. Because it´s the best present to yourself.

It´s been high time...

In Australia they tell you to hug trees. Back home, I went further. Have you ever talked to stars?

Opening poem of what should become a series inspired by the magic continent: Australia.

Or is it not? An imperfect piece but a true one.

Inspired by a walk in a park when I saw a masterly piece of art.

I wrote this haiku in my mother tongue first, then tried to translate it in English but it proved difficult. I am not satisfied with it but here it goes anyway.

Tanka shaped souvenir from Sydney.

The trick lies in the dosage. An aphorism dressed as a haiku. Discipline, I call on you from far.

I tend to avoid office farewell parties. Instead I wrote this poem to my colleagues in November. And it did the job they appreciated it.

A piece from August in my native language, for once. Written in 10 minutes. I like it very much.

No, thank you.

Haiku series to be read in chronological order: Revelation Vain Alone Unrehearsable

Recovering. Inspired by my trip to Oz in December. There are two versions of this haiku and I wonder which one you prefer.

A short metaphore.

Fall variations. Five haiku in one.

Trespassed. Includes two intentional references to my favourite songs.

Warming up for cutting off. Sour cynicism, of course.

A tanka 5 7 5 7 7 about a dream but not a nightmare. Strange enough.

Towards is the key.

More than a bad day.

A series of three somewhat dark haikus.

Feeling down. Consists of four 575s.

Yours and mine. Not easy to look at, let alone accept it.

Photo from the office. The end. A new beginning.

from Brussels on last Saturday.

Another tanka (haiku feels too short these day). Not sure how good this is, but I gave it a try.

A tanka. To be followed by an extended non haiku poem.

A tanka. Guess with whom I slept tonight.

Kind of wry humor, I guess.

An observed (and experienced) phenomenon.

A tanka. Not only for good girls.

An unveiling haiku - after it you'll know me better. ; )

Natural.

Strange life wind streams.

Not quite a usual one...

Sometimes there is a happy ending...

A tanka about my friends' walking on air. I'm sure you'd love the cause (and her name).

Would you resist? I'd really like to know...

En honneur à la fabuleuse chanteuse Vienna Teng et sa voix de cristal.

No sugar needed.

A tanka in English this time.

Une histoire dété.

You might know one as well.

To understand this fully, you need to know who's Jan Vermeer. Check http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/vermeer/i/view-delft.jpg

Not really about drugs, unless they could walk and write.

A tanka about how, for once, I was cold blooded - and how it worked. Guess what I did!

There are two versions of this haiku and I would be grateful if you could suggest which one is better in your view.

Fantasy's sharp edges.

I like my dog but sometimes he is a pain...Doesn't matter he just wants to play. : )

More true than a life: create makes me feel alive.

My first haiku about one of my passions. Said to be dangerous, physical and fascinating. I confirm.

Through mistakes we learn to be ourselves.

I do not think this poem needs a summary...

Better understand late then never...

For sure, you have been through this, too...the aftermath of a break-up.

There is always a moment when a choice has to be made and not only in love. And it can be very hard...while making the choice, as well as afterwards.