photo: Christchurch, Avon river
shimmering like gold
at the bottom of the river
a beer bottle cap
Archives par mot-clé : memories
4121 poetry*
photo : I took a photo of this tree last year, and it gave me the same show this year at around the same time. Last year, this is what I had to say about it : this tree comes to meet me when I come back from my morning walks, I wanted to capture all its beauty before the leaves fall.
you will bump into me one day,/
and will recognize me/
perhaps, in the fatigue of my days/
Something will remain of our time/
in one wrinkle or another/
small moments will arise/
from the archives of our days/
we will remember.
#4170 poetry
photo: Mount Royal, fall, light, some leaves fall, others remain, like friendships, but those that remain shine all the brighter
you have to know how to let
some memories evaporate
even if incarnated
in worn-out friendships
you look at them, you don’t want to let them gp
but they cannot be played over and over again
like old TV shows
of detectives wearing tired trench coats
4121 poetry
Photo This tree comes to meet me when I come back from my morning walks, I wanted to capture all its beauty before its leaves fall.
you will bump into me one day,/
you will recognize me/
perhaps, in the fatigue of my days/
Something will remain of that time/
in one wrinkle or another/
small moments will arise/
from the archives of our days/
we will remember.
