Listening to the night
narrating its story through
the open window
haiku (5 senses : hearing)
Archives par mot-clé : night
with clasped hands
You would join your hands
to reach silence
your favorite the thick, the dense one,
which only happens at night
and goes out at dawn
to reveal your buried emotions
the superfluous words, the regrets in the folds I get on with the shadows of the night
I get along better with the shadows of the night
they slip without making noise
without a crash in their bed
than with neighbors opening their doors noisily
and talk on their phone in a loud voice
that resonates even in my kitchen
their words coming out of their mouth like boards from a factory
they mean nothing and ruin me
at night
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
haiku*
waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping
*first posted in April 2019