smiling a little too much
it is the thought that counts
grounding the ideal
we will say things
too many of them
behind closed doors
(and the sun continues)
*posted in 2019, edited in 2022
Archives par mot-clé : black and white
weave a story
she was weaving a story
it felt
good but the weft threads were shaking
memories were
interrupting the most beautiful dreams and
awakening
a sense of dizziness
ancestors
they imagined the sky
they chiseled the clouds
imitating the waves
they lived each and everry day somebody else’s voice
I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head an illusion that did not hold up, I would take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.
poetry day
looking for (something)
finding (it)
crossing (it) out
reformulating (it)
doing (it) again
finding (it sometimes)