We would start again
each morning
Like nothing ever happened
water, fire,
pick up the twigs
burning the dead wood
instead of invading
other planets new beginning
Archives par mot-clé : poetry
haiku
when you were smiling
à the moon in the darkness
the earth kept silent
haiku
making time stop
by stopping for a moment
to be on the beach on the esplanade of encouters
on the esplanade of encounters
ties are woven very tightly,
ties of every color, every shape, all sorts,
and some will rust but nonetheless will last
and some will be upside down or take up too much space
all sorts of ties on the esplanade of encounters harmony
in the mess of the rocky
beach, harmony of stones
signs of age
proud traces
of their travels
in the rivers
(but look no further than tomorrow)