Your ancestors left
their traces in the rock
pain in their profile
Softness in the curves and
your whole story
in the freshness of the air
Archives par mot-clé : past
#3051 poetry*
photo : Cable Bay, near Nelson
You will hardly speak,
but I won't answer,
in the pure light,
on the way there
in weary gestures,
and the story of yesteryear
of proud memory
*posted first in 2016, edited in 2023
the silence of the streets*
I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parables
summoned to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
or meeting my ghosts
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of being dinosaurs
mourning
While walking
all of a sudden
mourning the one
who could have been
then feeling like
crying but humming
instead the cost of luggae*
IMAGES THAT COME BACK
Yet you thought
you had done well
at least as best as you could
but you were transporting in your suitcase,
kilos and kilos of past and
when about to get on the train the controller
watched you and said
« it’s worth nothing ».
how good !
you were wondering
how much it would cost
to transport it
for the rest of your life
*posted first in May 2020, reviewed in April 2021
LES IMAGES REMONTENT (COMME LA BRUME SUR LA GLACE)
Pourtant tu croyais
avoir bien fait
du mieux que tu pouvais
(à tout le moins)
mais tu traînais
dans ta valise, des kilos de passé
et sur le point de monter
dans le train
le contrôleur t’a regardé
il a dit «ça ne vaut rien».
Les images remontent
ça tombe bien
tu te demandais combien
combien ça vaut de transporter
tout cela au quotidien