here will be new beginnings
some sort of prayers
not even kneeling in the sand
and some Thursdays with cold hands
a past, a present
in the dim light of some
fragile nights
a returning trip
and open windows
like a dawn
the day is waking up, again!
a ray of sunshine
a kind of joy
I'm not talking about a good conscience
or strong emotions
what I mean is a hand, shaking
on the door handle
a consciousness of living
in the moment
Tourists converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach is overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach. However, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, you are no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
we would look at the beginnings of the world
while eating marmalade and toast
without asking anything in return
we would regret not being in winter
while thinking about spring
the veil of the eye would be resorbed
while listening at the gates of the earth
Un blog experimental voue a la poesie du quotidien sous toutes ses formes/An experimental blog devoted to poetry in all its forms
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