Hi all!
It's been a long time since I posted poetry on this blog, but here it is back with some pictures I took yesterday during a walk in my village of South Touraine. 🙂
Blur
Eye-creasing
Plisse the current
Plisse the sky
Scramble the leaves
Blurred the water
Wrinkled
Closed
The eyes
Everything is smooth
Only water can
Losing the breaking look
The meaning of the
Vertical stake long parts
Time driven by the
Course the water does not
Come back not sink
Waves are not
More water
Engulfed veins
Afloat
Dodging leaves
Forgotten Lettrines
The cycle resists the efforts
Mold on branches
Asymmetry of the living
Words go away
Like the scale
Is absorbed by the bark
No end
For the fingers
And the birds
Branches crystallize
Hours
From lichen
