We would start again
each morning
as if nothing ever happened.
Water, fire,
pick up the twigs
burning the dead wood,
instead of invading
other planets
*initially posted in 2021, edited in July 2023
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#3094 sans parole/wordless apres le travail/after work
#3012poetry
sometimes we would try
to imitate the harmony of
curves, the impression of the tides
on the sand dunes
to draw some kind of inspiration
to lead one's life
in the delicacy of simple and
and unfinished things
learning how to live*
sink into the sand
for good
a little more every day
to learn the art
of living like
a seashell (thank you very much)
*posted in May 2021, edited in May 2022
2 kinds of days
1st kind: eyes closed, sure,
struggling to leave the covers behind
ominous chills (something is coming up)
small wounds awake
old breaks resurface
2nd kind: the sun