then suddenly a great fatigue
falling on the head
like the evening light
waiting for the lighthouse
to pierce it with a great flash of light lumiere (2)
Archives par mot-clé : water
holding hands*
we would be holding hands
before the shadows of the earth
the threat of water
and even the pain
it was in the knees
or in the heart
we would not remember but
we would be holding hands
we would watch
over there
where the pages are filled with
carbon and history
while holding hands
* first posted in June 2020, revised in 2021
day off
The breeze hardly made
my arms cold
on that day
but in the middle of the slope
to catch my breath
took a snapshot of
small yellow flowers
(they hurt the mouths of sheep)
that clung to the sandy cliff
above the water 2 kinds of days
1st kind: eyes closed, sure,
struggling to leave the covers behind
ominous chills (something is coming up)
small wounds awake
old breaks resurface
2nd kind: the sun deux sortes de jours
1ère sorte : les yeux fermés pour sûr,
du mal à sortir de sous les couvertures
des frissons de mauvais augure
le réveil de petites blessures
le souvenir de vielles cassures
2e sorte : le soleil