sans parole/wordless : Riviere Matai/River
Archives par mot-clé : sky
categories*
Seriously interfering in the neglected categories, on the verge of effusion, between the faded eyelashes of time (presumably), and delaying the insertion of a scrimpy alphabet seeking appeasement.
*first published in April 2019, modified in April 2020
haiku
as long as one knows
that behind the row of trees
there is white smoke
Somewhere between Nelson and Lisbon
Somewhere between Nelson and Lisbon via Auckland and Barcelona. Some articles are already online for the next few days, until the vagaries of the internet allow me to put something online and respond to comments. I have not thought about the form of the posts during this trip, just following theinspiration of the moment.
Poetically yours
tanka
The weather will go
from warm to cold, from mild to
stiff, from withdrawal
to the abysses of the world
and the too cold hands