Sunday night on earth
let's go for a drink
and admire the sea
humming old tunes
abandoned in the air
in the middle of winter
*posted in June 2021, reviewed in June 2022
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
see the soul
I wanted to see
through the leaves and branches
the trunks and the shades
the light of the water
reminding me of the soul,
something beautiful
a thread to memories
a blank page
clouds (10)
and you knew that the blue that was behind the clouds would not come bac,, that all the little cotton buds that were getting close to one another with some sort of joy would make you shiver, and then would drench you, but you would keep on being in awe.
Of course, there would be traces of passers lost on the dunes, one we cannot always be with on their own but they would have come, and would have gone and now I would be alone with the sky and promises of thunderstorms in the cold sand of May.
words here and there
A promising moon prepared the sky for confidences words here and there I sensed things Which organised, surely, your infinite dreams Under austere stars