let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when you open the window, looking at you through the eyes of the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
like tears on the window
Archives du mot-clé poetry
fait accompli
we would be extremely cautious, in the face of fait accompli, let’s be honest and say nothing grave or true. Clenching our teeth would be totally fine.
to do all this*
Doing all of this
that is called life
a little distractedly
while lying in bed
with one’s arms stretching
to the trembling ceiling
*first posted in June 2018, revised in June 2019
her double
The double with tired features
she just spotted
in the mirror
kind of wrinkled
concerned,
had she been waiting forever
to come out ?
(but the hands have not changed)
haiku
A few drops of rain
autumn now on the apples
a kind of sadness
