It is far too cold
to remember all the pain
I will wait for spring
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : bird
categories*
Seriously interfering in the neglected categories, on the verge of effusion, between the faded eyelashes of time (presumably), and delaying the insertion of a scrimpy alphabet seeking appeasement.
*first published in April 2019, modified in April 2020
In the waiting room*
When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in waiting rooms with old magazines and photos on walls rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
*posted first in March 2019, reviewed in March 2020
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What a nice surprise ! on a very cold day (-20 degrees), in the black and white of the cityscape, this magnificent cardinal, too busy protecting himself from the cold to pay attention to me. on the edge of the flesh*
We would promise
the impossible and
winter would melt
in the colours of
ether
the softness of
the air
on the edge of the flesh
*posted for the first time in July 2018