photo : Tenby 2016, even grey days are beautiful…
If I were a painter/
I would paint the grey days/
all their shades but also/
one would know under the clouds/
the return of the horizon and/
of the sun
Archives par mot-clé : colours
#4148 poetry
photo: Tahunanui, a short swim
under an uncertain sky, then this reward
I will stretch my day from one step to the next in the rustle of frozen dust. Homeless thoughts will creep into my mind and as soon as the light ends I will get tired of moving and I will rest
#4146 haiku
photo : Tenby, South Beach, 2016, the beauty of the waves
Feeling a little/
dizzy in the vagueness of now/
to see in the distance
#4136 poetry
photo : it is the background I like in this photo, as the shadows seem to hover over the foreground, a bit like our unconscious dominates us in a way we hardly suspect.
In the quiet recesses of the mind, the unconscious /
the contours of which are traced with delicate touches of trembling memories/
is quietly agitatting in order to invade the soul/
thoughts are emerging like fragile icicles/
The cold seeps through the light/
What secrets are hidden here? Half-formed thoughts/
elusive and dancing at the edge of reason.
#4132 poetry
photo : Ottawa River. This ghostly vision spontaneously inspired a(n almost) rhymed poem in French (not so much in English though) :
We found our ghosts/
where we had placed them/
in the river of our dreams/
where they fell asleep/
listening our lies/
but the music was nice/.