At low tide, the boats inTenby appear rather fragile, somehow like humans in their moments of vulnerability.
when hardly moored at
low tide my boat reveals all
of its weaknesses.
Archives par mot-clé : visual poetry
#4203 prose poem
Photo: Salisbury Falls, a memorable swim, icy water and beautiful sun.
Sometimes life resembles a dream and other times the dream is more vivid than reality. Sometimes ghosts invite themselves to the table, you dance a little with them before they disappear. Then, you search for the right words to express what has happened, you do not find them, but they end up finding you.
#4202 poetry
photo: Tata Beach, always beautiful, even when the weather is bad.
we were discovering the world
and it was not pretty
the clouds on the horizon
did not bode well
we would need courage
and little baggage
to launch ourselves into the water
# like the tide*
as the tide has scribbled on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with emotions that cannot be dissected
*reposted from August 2022, edited August 2024
#3081 poetry *
We will speak in this particular hour,
in a kind of weary sun,
words will come and then
will fall silent.
A breath at a time.
*published for the first time in May 2023, edited in May 2024