Micro poésie du vendredi…
Tirée vers les bas fonds du sommeil… Les paupières alourdies par le poids des jours… Je n’ai rien à craindre ce soir… Car, je m’envole vers la sécurité de tes bras.
Day: April 28, 2017
Conflagration…
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
My crazy brains…
I love waxwing birds… They are among my favorite feathered friends, and I am lucky because we have a lot of them in my neighbourhood, even if I live in a big city. I prefer their name in French, though. Jaseur de bohème, litterally “Bohemian chatter”. More poetic than “waxwing”. I like the little things,…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
Cyranny's Cove 