Hot climate haiku

Thai heat--

looking for my

own shadow

Visiting the Buddhist Monks

one smile -
so far away
all the worries

Wat Arun

step by step
stairs to the sky -
Wat Arun

Back in Ayutthaya


For my Wife

wherever I look
spring -
my wife

Never ending...



sathu -
the value of good deeds
that will return

Ayutthaya breath

a breath of calm -
another ways of life
in life

Sounds of...

so close
the way of prosperity
sound by sound

The touch of...

Buddhist peace -
the touch
of silence

Haiku way

living here
to feel the real spirit
of haiku

Phom Rak Khun Sudteerak

Another New Year--
I love her
in the same way

Tom Yum Kung

    Tom Yum Kung--
    what a spicy taste
    on her lips

    "Marek Kozubek prefers a spicy Thai dish in Bangkok."

autumn leaves

autumn season -
between yellow leaves
the scent of love

Chao Phraya river

falling dusk -
the Chao Phraya
fills with life

Her whisper

her whisper--
an old secret
in my ear

Colours of Bangkok

they’re gone--
an old house veranda
filled with dusk

"Marek Kozubek misses his neighbors in Bangkok."

My poems published July 20

dark maze –

ten eyes

on my fingers

Loneliness--losing my shadow in the mist

For my Wife

The whole universe
around her--

"Everything revolves around Marek Kozubek’s true love in Bangkok, Thailand."

my life

all the flavors
of life -
my wife

GOGI - Thailand

let's eat

Apple Dining Club


all the scents
of spring -
my wife

For my beloved wife

May lilac -
year after year
your scent


a lonely alley -
the twilight absorbs the scent
of cherry blossoms
Marek Kozubek

Review - Kazuko Nishimura

Although the audience’s sense of smell is triggered by the use of the word “scent”, immediately after, the image of cherry blossoms blooming in a twilight-lit alleyway fills our imagination with vivid imagery. This work also beautifully expresses the passage of time through the use of the word “twilight”, as it signifies the time when day turns into night, with the darkness not only absorbing the scent, but also gradually stealing the little light left that keeps the cherry blossoms visible.


her love -
the warm touch
of sunrays

no haiku

no haiku -
every moment filled
with love