focus on the little things
and you will find peace
will the rain destroy the roses and
does the duckling really want to go in the water small things
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
one day at a time
Living one day at a time
it could also be like that
without complaining, no blurring
not eating too much chocolate
for fear of the rainy days
at night
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
white silence
a few lines at the bottom of the page
left to themselves (mostly)
in white silence.
A few crooked pages
demanding attention
but the sentence of the judges
(go lie down on the grass)
writing for whom
The paraphernalia translates
through the mirror of others, of
smiles to the cameras that do not watch you.
Shouting in the aisles that will lead to gray stones: forgotten posterity (you have to take care of your calligraphy)