photo : Rimouski, Saint-Lawrence River, autumn
Something was certainly happening
something strangely alive
at this time of day
at this time of year
diffused colours
like on the sea
off the place called Rimouski
Archives de catégorie : visual poetry
#4026 poetry*
walking through the seasons
with the same shoes
it is sometimes a little hot
or a little cold
sometimes a little wet
or a little muddy
somehow like life
(and poetry)
*posted in 2024, edited in 2025
Ghost*
Photo : Tahuna beach, sunrise
The ghost of our shadows
will rise on the horizon
escaping from the long
night and the cold
dubitatively we will watch
while grazing the silky sand
its head in the rubble
and funny arms, dangling,
while walking
with our dogs, barking
#4139 poetry
photo: in the winter sky of Tenby. Sometimes one wants to read their future in the signs of the sky
one looks for signs
in the crossing of lines
the white, the blue
« what’s next »
but there are none
one only catches a glimpse
of what one would like to happen
#4137 poetry
photo: Photo: The church of Penally in winter, yet one always feels as if it’s winter in an old church like this one, from the Celts to the Normans, fragments of Norman life inside, I feel at home.
Here, the wind speaks in syllables older than language.
Winter asserts itself in the vastness of the white space,
which emits a silence.
My thoughts thinned by the cold.
The ancient gesture of the sun passing low over the hills like a hand across the brow. Again.
Solitude is so full it empties the self.
I listen to the snow melting under stone.
I feel at home