
They will come back, eventually,
in the order expected
by my disorderly thoughts
or all scattered
on scraps of paper
to avoid me spelling
verbs like tarnish
or names like vertigo

They will come back, eventually,
in the order expected
by my disorderly thoughts
or all scattered
on scraps of paper
to avoid me spelling
verbs like tarnish
or names like vertigo

She insists on adding a few minutes to her lifeline, a few days perhaps, of good life, but she has too much to do, too much to say, or too much baggage, or past to prune.

There would be days, ordinary days, filled with daily tasks, performed slowly, a kind of contentment, a certain joy to contemplate one’s life line (broken, but still).

Nelson marina, summer 2017, canon, ©Sylvie G Continuer la lecture de Envy

Jamaica, on the way to Treasure Beach, canon, December 2017, ©Sylvie G Continuer la lecture de haiku