near the Matai river, leaf, detail, June 2019, canon macro
it looked like a notebook which had rebelled, with strange lines, a notebook to write crookedly, stories to make people laugh to tears, or tall tales, a notebook to write upside down words that would hold back tears and stories that touched souls.
*posted before, on June 2019, reviewed (for better, hopefully)in June 2020
leaves, detail, Matai river, colours, abstraction, canon, macro, Sylvie GE
Seriously secreting abstract thoughts to embalm the chilly July porch, drifting immature rhymes to perfect the order of the wounds.
near the Matai river, Nelson, June 2019, canon, Sylvie Ge
it did not suspect anything it was advancing fearing nothing it did not need courage all its life was on his face
tree branch, Matai River, detail, June 2019, canon, macro, Sylvie Ge
They will come back, eventually,
in the order expected by my disorderly thoughts or all scattered on scraps of paper to avoid me spelling verbs like tarnish or names like vertigo
near the Matai river in Nelson, near where I live, branch detail, canon, Sylvie Ge
I will weave connexions, trembling threads in the fresh air of the river, traits of light, airin attempts, some nothings or kinds of magnets, or fingers seeking a solar story.
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