photo : arriving in Ottawa
almost like a soul looking for your own traces on the freshly snow, this second rises like total freedom, there is nothing but time and it passes in front of you.
Archives de catégorie : prosepoem
late blooming*
Photo : Botanical garden, Nelson
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one would try to save on the vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves, while watching the late blooms.
*first put online in April 2019, edited in April 2023 with a different photo
#3040 poetry
we will reach that day
when we will look back on
memories shrouded in mist or pink
chaotically
classified in the best or the worst category.
Or maybe we will continue to look ahead.
#3039 poetry
through the window
I can see the days
repeating themselves
nicely
in the seasonal chaos of
climate change
3035#poetry
you are hearing stories
that you weren't even listening to
with an attentive ear
belated tears
between the porcelain trinkets
"how much for the cup?"
in the strange light
of late afternoon
then you resume your tasks
of the day and of the evening
you remember all the confidences
you did not want to receive