we would be holding hands
before the shadows of the earth
or the threat of water
and even the pain
it was on the knee?
or in the heart?
we did not remember but
we were holding hands
and watching
over there
where the pages were filled with
carbon and history
while holding hands.
*first posted in 2020, edited in June 2023
Archives par mot-clé : shadows
#2094 poetry*
that hour of the morning
when the possibilities are parading
in the waves of awakening
and the wrinkles in the coffee
sometimes superhuman
at some other times, fragile
before fading in the sun
or hanging around in town
*posted in October 2021, edited in 2022
haiku (5 senses : hearing)*
Listening to the night
narrating its story through
the open window
*first posted in March 2021
I get on with the shadows of the night
I get along better with the shadows of the night
they slip without making noise
without a crash in their bed
than with neighbors opening their doors noisily
and talk on their phone in a loud voice
that resonates even in my kitchen
their words coming out of their mouth like boards from a factory
they mean nothing and ruin me
the other ones…
But then there are those other ones, the ones who get upset when you are happy. They know who they are.