photo: reflections on the water, I never get tired of it.
fresh air in the room
so warm under the duvet
seasons are moving
Archives par mot-clé : reflection
#4133 poetry
photo: Taverna, Mykonos, I love the old mirrors that distort reality
The blurry mirror
of silvered glass, a gleam
not quite me,not quite another
like a ripple stolen from the midst of a thought
The light blurs me,
like the mist over the loch,
below the unconscious depths stir,
the ancient shadows rise,
their voices soft as the breeze through the pines
then I fracture into thousand of me,
each a whisper, a wave
breaking upon the shores.
#4079 poetry *
Yes, the silence of the water, the one that can be listened to and that understands almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light, the one that glides over the day.
*d’abord mis en ligne en février 2024 révisé en 2025
#4165 : prose poem
photo: Botanical Garden, Nelson, a duck projects itself into the light and its murky reflection attracts attention until it goes back into the shadow of the pond.
There she was, the old lady I would become, I said to myself, as I saw her every morning, resolved to walk about town with her shopping bag. She was there, then one day she wasn’t.
#4083
photo: Pohara, beach, an unidentified bird that seemed to be meditating (yes, I know quite anthropomorphic, but I like to play this game)
in the early morning
we found again
other people’s thread of thoughts
looking into the distance
while separating from our people
then we’d join
the evening
in the folds of the seconds
in the softness
- of the shade