a few lines at the bottom of the page
left to themselves (mostly)
in white silence.
A few crooked pages
demanding attention
but the sentence of the judges
(go lie down on the grass)
white silence
Archives par mot-clé : white
haiku*
celebrate that time
of day when the shadow sits
against the white wall
at the foot of the mountain
at the foot of the mountain blocking the sun, words freeze in the violence of the world.
haiku
healing the entrails
from the injuries of life
not an easy task
memory
In the holey bubble of her memory,
words escape, moments return,
sometimes
pierce the frail wall of the past
that gave her a first name