photo : bridge in Nelson
remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the Antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers the day
is ending
but maybe will start again
*posted in September 2022, edited in September 2023
Archives par mot-clé : storm
#2087 poetry
remnants of the storm
in the euphoria of the sun
the antarctic wind
slows down my spring
in shivers
the day is ending
and maybe will start again
haiku (5 senses : taste)
when the storm breaks out
the taste of the cloud is in
the falling rain
If I had a house
If I had a house, it would be white, it would be of stones against the grey of the sky, it would look at the sea and protect me from the storm.
I like it
I wanted this post to be entitled « 50 shades of gray », but I resisted the temptation, although that’s what I said to myself when I saw this sky. Who said that gray is sad? I like this intense landscape that leaves no room to think about anything else. A kind of visual meditation, a mindfulness exercise without the effort (my kind of thing). I only have to watch.
The other day, it was the wind that had the same effect. The waves crashed furiously against the stone walls, the wind blew with a force that I had never seen before, so strong that it took up all the space. I even had to hang on to a fence at a certain moment, because I was afraid I would be blown away, but I could not resist admiring the sight of the crashing waves. I returned from my journey, elated, my head full of thoughts and fresh air.