We would start again
each morning
Like nothing ever happened
water, fire,
pick up the twigs
burning the dead wood
instead of invading
other planets new beginning
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
diverting
diverting the landscape
by sitting carelessly
or doing the nice pose but
it's for the grandchildren light (3)
Go towards the shadows
so that you can see the light
dive into winter
waiting to see clearly
in the twilight both
side by side, forever
back to back, face to face
lumiere (2)
then suddenly a great fatigue
falling on the head
like the evening light
waiting for the lighthouse
to pierce it with a great flash of light it’s not so much that…
it's not so much that you die
but rather that life leaves you
along with each season,
and the beloved friends
and the songs, forgotten
and the fading memories
(even the wool wears out)