There, I would fall asleep
like on a feather bed
there would be fresh air
sweeping away the bitterness
and also the worries, they
would disappear in the mist I would fall asleep
Archives par mot-clé : poetry
Where were we?
Nelson, 2021, Sylvie GE
Where were we?
It was time for memories
and nostalgic laughs
we we were starting again and
again true stories
and others that we were making up haiku
slow down the body
put the weapons down before
you fall sleep something old
to get a glimpse between the
branches of something old that still
lives extravagantly and
defies my own eyes
resisting decay while
leaning towards his ancestors then
Then you will sit down
in the resting area
and you will be moved
when reaching the letter o
marveling over the words
then close the story drawer
before your bones crumble