I would tell the water
its movements
its blues and the sand
then the shadows of the clouds
riding on its back
then the morning light
and the afternoon's
then I would start again
*first posted in October 2022, edited in October 2023
Archives par mot-clé : blue
#4005 poetry
photo : Morocco
Today. Light. Even in winter one gets tired of the sand, cold like grated stone. We think of others, then we thing of ourselves. We ask ourselves what we think of others, then we wonder what others think of ourselves.
#3097 clouds (13)
I will sign in this way : like a stain
on the sky and with swirls like
a bridal train
#3084 haiku
photo : coastline, Pohara
there was that shadow
following me in the light
I just did not know
