And the woodpecker pecked as woodpeckers do. Peck peck peck on the branches and the tree bark too. I wanted the woodpecker to fly far and away. Not that I don’t like its kind quite the opposite I would say! But I knew woodpeckers’ wings were just short of a plane… So I tied…… Continue reading The woodpecker…
Drink, from my sanctuary cup. My cup of friendship, of understanding, of forgiveness. Drink, To the errors made. The mistakes you do, and the ones coming… Because you weren’t Aren’t, And won’t ever be perfect. But you’ll always be the best You can be. And that will always be fine by me.
There’s nothing “micro” about this… And it is kind of cheating, since it is a comment I offered Brutus earlier. But still, it is French, so I guess it counts. My blog, my rules, right? Je t’écrirais sur du papier de soie. Je t’écrirais sur des serviettes… Mais mon pauvre compte souffrirait vite…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Dear you, I spent the afternoon with this very dear friend of yours, I know you know who I mean. Before this week, I hadn’t met with her in twenty five years, but it felt like we had parted just yesterday. I didn’t know her that well back then. Not anywhere near as much…… Continue reading Too late a letter…
I light a cigarette, fill my cup, tilt my head… I drink your silence, head spinning from the mystery. Your blurred lines forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. Speak softly, but don’t say too much… Men always end up lying anyway. Take care of the sun for me, will you? While…… Continue reading Late evening monologue…
This is a post I should have published Friday evening. To say the truth, I don’t know yet how to handle it, and how to put this up. I am a bit confused because I would look totally ungrateful if I didn’t react to a certain post, writen by a certain person. But on the…… Continue reading Meet Rhapsody…
I mentionned a couple of days back, that I lived in Guinea for five years. Some people seemed interested about my experience, and I thought I could start a couple of short prompts about my life in Africa. I have a lot of clear memories of my time spent abroad, but I think it would…… Continue reading Out of Africa… (1)
Dear Lovelies, This will be short and sweet (ok, I doubt that – LOL), but I feel it is an important message I need to send out. It is, because it comes from a feeling I’ve had several times, lately. And waking up this morning, I had two specific proofs that this sensible matter was…… Continue reading I promise!
I was walking, lost in my thoughts when I noticed it. It had your name spelled on its unusual petals. A little bit out of place, alone in front of the house. A flower I had never seen before. I stopped on the sidewalk. Staring, and hoping the house’s owner wouldn’t notice me, and…… Continue reading Like you…
Like wind, all things refuse to stay. No lasting place is here; All rosy cheeks will fade away, Each smile – and every tear. * Why then be full of sorrow. Distress and harm don’t last; Like leaves, they’re gone tomorrow – Time and man are soon past. * All vanishes away – away!…… Continue reading Never to return…
Cyranny's Cove 