Vers la lumière

Je ne m’attends à rien
et pourtant
à chaque fois
je souris

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forgetting snow

this painting of pink flowers
must be my inner clock anticipation
as spring feels near.

guimauve explosion

ce n’est pas le camping,
ce n’est pas le feu ni la musique ou l’ensemble,
et en plus c’est l’hiver,
mais quand meme,
c’est dans la chaleur de le maison que la  fleur blanche grandie.

En silence

Pour la nouvelle année, on m’a souhaité de la tranquillité. Quel beau vœux! En parallèle, je terminais ce tableau. La nature, qui me calme.

 

 

Alors que tout s’effondre

 

and then i wake up,
open my petals and 
no one is watching,
but there i am so
i do what the bird’s morning song reminds me to do …
i continue on.

speaking the language of dogs

still the jungle

i was sitting in my apartment dreaming up a scene and in this daydream I was at a bar and there were people sitting at a booth laughing and drinking and having what i assumed was a good time and there was a guy at a stand up table drinking from a pitcher of pabst and he was explaining roman history to a bunch of what i guess were young college students, hungry for knowledge and an answer to all their identity questions and in my day dream or night day dream since it was past 8pm, the bartender told me to not worry, that it would happen tomorrow and when i asked what would happen, he said « you’ll hear » and sure enough, the next morning a dog’s nasty mean bark woke me up, almost an hour before my obnoxious alarm clock was gonna do the same thing. i didn’t…

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Effect nature

I was walking in the woods,

in search of birds and their soar

when the trees started talking.

serenaded at noon

After many months of naked branches and snow,

all seemed dead and then,

this happened….

still wild

i tried that old meditation,
breathe in, breathe out,
called to our caveman ancestors
and later that day,
rocks were a glow,
my insides felt the heat

 

oh! there’s one

radiant gloom

does drum

all day