Waiting for the perfect time of the night
to heal wounds that
cannot speak the language
of bankers.
Tea time !
He said :
Times are tough
but as long as there’s tea
followed by a very long silence
of verity
*posted in 2023, edited in 2025
Waiting for the perfect time of the night
to heal wounds that
cannot speak the language
of bankers.
Tea time !
He said :
Times are tough
but as long as there’s tea
followed by a very long silence
of verity
*posted in 2023, edited in 2025
photo : a photo from the beginning of the pandemic in Nelson. I tried to capture a full moon, and failed obviously, from the technical point of view, but I like it nonetheless, it exudes (in my eyes) a sense of poetry.
A solitary spectator draws the curtains : she stands right there, her eyes drawn to the sky, her heart a little trembling before the ethereal glow of the moon, a balm for her tired mind that shudders a little, then marvels at its transparency, perfection and coldness.
if we were to start again
we should above all
recognise one another when
opening the door
on a moon almost full
of grace and light
the dark voices
don't let them slip away
under your feet