very late at night
until the fringes of day
I’m thinking of dawn
Archives par mot-clé : beauty
#4142 if I were… a church
photo: Lake Tekapo, a small stone building near the lake of the same name, which derives its unique colour from stones coming from glaciers that have carpeted its bed. Onne can see Mount Cook (when the weather is fine), the highest mountain in NZ (3,724 metres) in the South Island.
If I were a church
I would be small and made of stone
I would have a single window
opening on a lake so beautiful
that passers-by would stop
to say a prayer
that would resemble dreaming
hovering over the blue waters
#4045 prose poem
photo: during a short stay in Kaiteriteri during the pandemic, it was in June, it was cold and our little eco accommodation was lacking in heating. Nevertheless, I have very fond memories thanks to the marsh that our apartment overlooked
. …but the marsh in winter has caught my attention, with its vegetal and motionless life, cracking in the morning cold, as the pink mist rises, along with the day, above the heavy grass full with rainwater and the ducks sleeping like stones, behind the tufts of grass.
#4031 poetry
Photo: Abel Tasman Park, a surprise at every step
But what I would see
through the branches
would change depending
on the time and the day
and the mood of the clouds
but it would always
annihilate the length of my breath
and my feet well grounded
a kind of gratitude
for every breath
#4213 little stories
photo: you think you have reached the end of the world and then you see this, Takile, Peru, Lake Titicaca
The advertisement was talking loudly, in the middle of this path, while the road blurred before my eyes which were trying to catch up with the silence I had come to find, to crush the hubbub in which I was participating as much as the others I was forced to acknowledge. Nevertheless, it was necessary to imprison this moment on the camera, I would come back to it later, I would remember the white letters on the red sign, the silence and the emotion of the moment.