photo:
Darkness folded over the ridgeline of the hill,
vanishing into its own myth.
The sea was somewhere, I could hear her moving against the rocks.
My soul lied in the moss on the roadside
The world was still holding, but just.
Archives par mot-clé : rain
#4127 poetry
photo : Essaouira, Morocco, but it feels a little more European, as a port on the Atlantic Ocean and the European inspired walls.
The rain murmurs silently and/
falls, like a secret/
it paints the earth peacefully/,
elusive as mist./
The world is silent/,
As if time itself was shivering/
beyond the walls.
#4125 poetry
Photo: It was raining so much that day, and yet…. near Ronda
The rain, but cold/
blurs the window of winter/
in a noisy silence/
that closes the door of ideas/
to leave only/
the awareness of the passing of time.
sans parole/wordless : tui sous la pluie/tui in the rain
through broad strokes of light
but on rainy days you would wait for
the transformation of the landscape
through broad strokes of light
you were smiling and
remnants of the storm hanging from your eyelashes
you were still shivering
you had found
Something
in your veins
or else in your DNA
which would lit up your eye