Archives par mot-clé : flax
#3062 poetry
photo : flax, Matai river, Nelson
This
which arises
This
which lines
the background
This
that seeps between the branches
is also this
that seeps between the words: lightness
or some kind of hope
which goes in the heart of the river
to live slowly
we will live more slowly to catch the traces of the past left in the wind
we will recite prayers that we dedicated to the gods who did not often answer
some things that never change on Sundays
not matter what
on Sundays
I am bored
in the perfection of
the suspended time
just like when
I was a child Casting a wide net*
At the end of the path, underground thoughts, casting a wide net in order not to miss anything. The basket of ideas is empty, but there are still some strategic crumbs to hold on until the next election.
*posted in July 2019, reviewed in July 2020