photo:
Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
#4152 poetry
photo : moon rise in the aptly name « valle de luna », Atacama desert, Chile
In the evening,
when I was not sleeping,
I was listening
to voices that seemed
to come from the shadows, telling
me the story of the world, of pains, of missteps,
perhaps also of small joys;
they told me things
in the evening
when I was not sleeping.
#4150 poetry
photo : San Pedro, Atacama desert
Stone Silence
The light falls like a thought on the silence of the flagstones.
Just me and the echo of centuries,
A discreet wind makes its way through the open window
Solitude, my friend, is talking to me and shapes me in the cathedral of my mind
#4148 poetry
photo: Jamaica, important vs non-important or the art of relativising, an homage to Joe and Enley
It seemed important to say
that we had nothing important to say
and yet we would still live
for was it really important to say
only what was important
for did we really know
what was important?
since we were happy to say both
what was important and
less important
for all these things
seemed important to us.
#4147 poetry
photo : where the Saint-Lawrence river and the Saguenay River meet
we were coming from the sea
we were sinking into the land
and centuries of hardship
to rebuild a life of our own
to remake t the world from scratch :
it was quite a job