photo: winter has this unique ability to bring me back to simplicity
the airy skirts floated up
to the heavens but
the earth spoke little that Sunday
or was it that I could not hear it?
Even demons feel cold on Sundays
and needs a little sleep in
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
like the tides*
photo : the endless ability of the tides to create beauty day after day.
Like the tide is scribbling down on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with those emotions that do not want to be dissected
*posted in August 2022, edited in August 2026
#4244 poetry
photo: Tahunanui, at the beach, to forget about the world, concentrating on beauty.
go down to town
with your hands in your pockets
especially
frozen ears
the price of olive oil is going to rise
again
and the stories of poverty:
the cost of living
the cost of beer
the cost of misery
#4243 poetry
photo: Ile d’Orleans in the snow and the cold
The air is cold like a desert.
but the light, bright, reveals the truth
On the steps of the cathedral.
the Quakers demonstrate for peace:
life is short
especially towards the end.
Like a long winter day
a coldness of the heart
that does not know how to leave
#4242 poetry
photo: Cuba, so much beauty, and so much sadness at this moment.
And it would make us laugh
when we would remember
how we thought we had
said everything, felt everything,
while our opera was only just beginning.
We were touching, with such fragilely,
with the tip of our desires,
the alpha and the omega
of the stories we would live
and would lead us one day, to laugh
at our naivete.