photo: winter has this unique ability to bring me back to simplicity
the airy skirts floated up
to the heavens but
the earth spoke little that Sunday
or was it that I could not hear it?
Even demons feel cold on Sundays
and needs a little sleep in
Archives par mot-clé : sundays
#4036 haiku
Photo: a Sunday in Tahuna
Playing on Sundays
Like fish in water in
summer or winter
Playing on SundayLike fish in waterIn summer or winter.
#4115 poetry
photo: a heron alone as a Sunday in Marahau
I was walking around the city
but I could hear my footsteps
like in my childhood Sundays
Everyone had gone home
for tea
Of course, we would have to
wait until Monday
to get back to life
#4041 visual poetry
I will silence Sundays’ insolence
which leave land mowers
disturbing the calm of the air
so that the soft green of spring
can be protected0
#3006 poetry
Oh ! but the rest of the day !
scanning the horizon with my eyes
whitish birds are screeching
they are not all seagulls
then the ripples of water that sparkle
like the laughter of a child on Sunday