photo : Découper le ciel/to chisel the sky, Golden Bay
Archives par mot-clé : tree
#3079 if I were… a tree
photo : Pohara
If I were a tree
I’d be alone and cling to the rock
I would follow the wind
in a zany dance
I would delight in infinite soliloquies
then at nightfall
my leaves would rustle
inn the crash of the tide
#3065 sans parole/wordless : se laisser porter/let yourself be carried away
#3041 poetry
the tree wanted to blend into the sky
but the summer was coming to an end
the ego would dissolve into the musical notes while
someone else would try (vainly) to taunt the world by
trying to
prove something to him
#2086 poetry
because when you live on this island
you follow the direction of the wind
looking for the first stories
and what you want to leave behind:
fragile traces
the velvet escaping from the words
nothing that makes noise