Archives de catégorie : visual poetry

Then*

photo :

…then you will sit down

in the resting area

and will be moved

when reaching the letter o

marveling over words

and close the story drawers

until your bones crumble

 

*First posted in 2021, edited in 2025

...then you will  sit down

in the resting  area

and  will be moved

when reaching the letter o

marvelling over the words

then close the story drawer

until your bones crumble

 

#4134 poetry

photo :  there is nothing like a beautiful closed door to draw my photographic attention, so symbolic in my eye anyway, this one in Ollantayambo, next to the Sacred Valley, Peru

we laughed to keep it simple

for we knew everything that

needed to be done and said

but when we opened the door

to the forgotten and neglected shadow for too many years

we would find the key

to those endless  nights with wide open eyes

filled with questions about  « what if »  « what if »

#4133 poetry

photo: Taverna, Mykonos, I love the old mirrors that distort reality

The blurry mirror

of silvered glass, a gleam

not quite me,not quite another

like  a ripple stolen from the midst of a thought

The light blurs me,

like the mist over the loch,

below the unconscious depths stir,

the ancient shadows rise,

their voices soft as the breeze through the pines

then I fracture into thousand of me,

each a whisper, a wave

breaking upon the shores.

#4131 poetry

photo: photo: forest at the edge of Pupu Spring, Golden Bay. It has  been increasingly  scientifically shown a little  more each day that the environment plays an important role in the development of several diseases, but we already knew this, in a way, because every time we come into contact with nature, a veil of calm descends upon us.

and if I didn’t make a sound

I would disappear for good

in the foliage of history and

I would listen to the silence

until the end of time.