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poetic journal, visual poetry

#4259 poetry

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photo: Tenby, North Beach, the bond with nature is very strong, whether ones wants it or not.

excerpt from a poem published in Moebius magazine no. 39 in 1989

The fracture of the earth that looks at me with all its eyes, that lingers in dying, heightens my sense of defeat and the evening’s distress. Keep going straight and you will reach where my icy rigor proves nothing, where your lips set in boredom are already paling, where your barbaric eye is fading.

You tremble strangely at the threshold of my disarray, which suddenly reintegrates into the course of history.

poetic journal, visual poetry

#4258 poetry

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photo: Tenby. There are many ways to pass time. Some are easily explained, others, not so easily.

and we would be asked

« but what did you do?

yesterday, the day before yesterday? »

and we knew that the day had been full

since the morning

we remembered our steps in the drizzle

the light making its way

through the clouds we hadn’t

even noticed the time passing

we could swear to it

what we had done

we didn’t know how

to say it but what we were

that we knew

poetic journal, visual poetry

#4256 poetry

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photo: Pink Lake, Gatineau Park, this lake is named after a family who lived there, it is usually green, but the play of light has given it a pinkish hue.

Ah! I recognize that one

that little voice

that seeps into my day

and carries me back to the day before yesterday

even much further back

into bitter stories

while all I want, really,

just to lose myself in the reflection of the clear waters

poetic journal, selfportrait

self-portrait (3)*

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photo: Otago peninsula, one is never very far from the sea.

I love water in every shape or forms : streams, rivers, lakes

ponds (and water lilies), the sea, the shore, the beach, the rocks by the water, the sound of running water, having a bath (when there is a bath), showers, I like to go to the pool, the spa. I wish I could surf, but I will never go in a submarine, nor will I scuba dive.

*posted in 2021, edited in 2026 (photo and text)