Archives par mot-clé : visual diary
#4239 poetry
photo: this winter, I often walk with my new friend, the poet John Berryman, who inspires me when I see a sky like this.
the grey sky
like a bad omen,
a large ink blot on the duvet
but the rainbow offers me peace
and hope, if it exists,
we shall see tomorrow
if the hands still move in the morning.
#4238 poetry
photo: there is no shortage of confused magnolias, ready to welcome spring, although there is still a good month of winter to endure.
And when spring arrives
I will stand at the gates of heaven
I will be the minister of sun
in still solitude
I will prepare the final word of summer.
I will reveal the true colour of the world’s torch
#4133 poetry*
photo: Taverna, Mykonos, I love the old mirrors that distort reality
The blurry mirror
of silvered glass, a gleam
not quite me,not quite another
like a ripple stolen from the midst of a thought
the light blurs me,like the fog over the sea
below the unconscious depths stir,
the ancient shadows rise,
then fracture into thousands of me,
breaking upon the shores.
*first put on line in 2025, edited in 2026
#4233 poetry
photo: the dramatic winter skies, Nelson
Your plans for today?
I will listen to the echo of taking-off planes.
when the air is humid and the rain
keeps falling that
will cause the river to overflow.
I will listen to the intimidating wind and
the fragile souls
In fact, my plans for the day
are completely ruined
My feet want to walk
I want to breathe the fresh air
and document the damage
But today, I am trapped inside the house.