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#4172 poetry

Photo: Today it is windy in Nelson. I find the wind unreasonable, frankly, almost outrageous. I have chosen a winter photo in Outaouais, which better expresses the harshness of winter and the wind.

We were waiting for the words

While listening to the wind

It spoke with its own words

In gusts and bravadoes

Is it really useful?

I wanted to know

What is the point of it?

but it had its own purpose

a windy logic

#4032 poetry*

photo : obviously, a photo from a winter different from the ones we have in Nelson, but the feeling is the same. Ottawa River. This ghostly vision spontaneously inspired a(n almost) rhymed poem in French (not so much in English, though)


We found our ghosts/

where we had placed them/

in the river of our dreams/

where they fell asleep/

listening our lies/

but the music was nice/.

*put online in 2024, edited in 2025

My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images