photo: Matai Valley, that morning, it was clear that summer was coming to an end. Everything, from the quality of the light, the morning chill, to the song of the cicadas, announced its end.
cicadas’ singing
in the morning sadness
summer is fading
Archives par mot-clé : nostalgia
#4175 prose poem
photo: the evocative power of images, Split Apple Rock, the sky was too beautiful to sleep
We were looking at old photos, a tinge of melancholy, nostalgia, bursts of laughter, we remembered what lay behind the smiles frozen on the glossy paper, we saw the light and time slipping away before our eyes, among the delicate leaves that spoke of summer.
the silence of streets
I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parable
when respondent to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of ancient dinosaurs
sans parole/wordless : quand nos epaules se touchaient/when our shoulders touched one another
Sans paroles/wordless : comme autrefois/like it used to be
Jester House, Mapua, avril 2018, canon, ©Sylvie