Photo: The Matai River in Nelson at low tide, bath time.
I’ll sleep the heaviness of the day/
Dreaming of water/
I’ll walk slowly/
In the Shadows/
I will put my days back together/
while following the seasons/
But the words will remain/
Archives par mot-clé : dreaming
A haughty shadow*
a haughty shadow
delineated in Indian ink
appeared in my dreams
speaking a foreign language that
evoked my roots
but felt like thorns
sinking unwittingly
under the skin of origins
*first posted in November 2020
dreaming machine
Every Sunday at seven o'clock, turns the crank of the dream machine: what happened, or what will be happening, what could be, and there we go, exaggerating the colors and the smells, the intensity, the emotions, before we come back on earth (not that we ever left, it was all in the mind) where was I
I do not know where I was
if I was sleeping
if I was dreaming
or imagining
that you were speaking
in the imperfect tense
in a distracted way about what was important
but I remember that I was existing
without delay
it was perfect