remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers
the day is ending
and maybe will start again
Archives par mot-clé : poetry
#2086 poetry
because when you live on this island
you follow the direction of the wind
looking for the first stories
and what you want to leave behind:
fragile traces
the velvet escaping from the words
nothing that makes noise
#2085 poetry
we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
*according to wordpress, the number of posts published
Where were we ?*
Where were we?
It was memories hour
and nostalgic laughs
we were telling again and
again true stories
and some others that we were made up
*first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
weave a story
she was weaving a story
it felt
good but the weft threads were shaking
memories were
interrupting the most beautiful dreams and
awakening
a sense of dizziness