I never doubted
the need for
following directions
in every shape or form
going from 49 to 51
but never asking yourself
why number 50 is on the other side
(this is how we humans live)
the right direction
Archives du mot-clé colours
time*
Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019
life*
Life will surprise us
when we expect it the least
in the dark corner of a Monday
in the tight folds of a fist
in the grey of the rain
in the final of a dot,
somewhere near the water
*first published in 2018
the chilly July porch
Seriously secreting abstract thoughts to embalm the chilly July porch, drifting immature rhymes to perfect the order of the wounds.
picnic*
in the slowness of
a season, which one ?
the answer was uncertain but
it was raining,
I am certain of
it, in the shell of the sea urchin
abandoned on the wet rocks
first posted in July 2017
