photo : the night and the moon on Ontario street, in Montreal
we go back or
we come back
from winter or
summer
regaining footing
in sand or snow
the anchor is anchored
in the years and in the heart
*posted in 2023
Archives par mot-clé : night
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It was almost sleeping
when the dreams spoke to me
in the evening clouds
their language of shadow
I would understand them by early morning, sometimes,
and islands floated, in the distance,
like points of light
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Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
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photo: magical night in Pohara, Golden Bay,…
we were advancing nonetheless,
but in a sort of mist
carefully watching the signs of fate
but there was no fate
only mist
that often dissipated
on a beautiful moonlit evening,
that we looked at eagerly
until the wee hours of the morning,
like a story to be continued,
that only lacked an ending
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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.