poetry
Trouble
Pourquoi est-ce en plein été,
Sous un azur infini,
Quand la chaleur officie,
Aux doux vents des alizés,
Que la pluie vient à manquer ?
Vague à l'âme indéfinie ;
Magie : l'œil s'humidifie,
Regard sur nos vies troublé.
C'est l'étrange solitude,
Du désert des latitudes.
Sempiternel temps des choix ...
Pour le moins c'est délicat.
L’inconstance de nos vies,
Curieux monde que voici.
“Se abre la noche, la noche me toma en sus brazos
desgarramiento de mi carne, tormenta sobre mi sábana
habito este río de sangre donde mi madre naufragó
soy este mar que ha vomitado un rostro de lágrimas...
Se abre la noche, la noche me toma en sus brazos
desencadenamiento de vértebras, diluvio sobre mi colchón
habito en este lago de septicemia donde se ha anidado la orilla…”
Mohamed Marem Seck #MohamedMaremSeck #poem #poetry #photography #Poetikaphoto
Go, go, go,
said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
T.S. Eliot ~ Burnt Norton
Evgeny Grinko ~ Once Upon A Time
https://youtu.be/_Pv5CLDA7wg?si=u6cStsBks17Y1e82
Photo Juan Brufal
The waves of the sea,
came cascading over me,
and then I look up.
#haiku #poetry
#photography #clouds #seawaves #cloudwaves #sky
Spotlight on golden
leaves, expired vitality
nourishing the souls
#Photography #Landscape #Nature #Outdoors #Colorado #Fallorado #TreeTuesday #Poetry #Haiku
Wind's Choice
••⋅☾ #俳句 ☽⋅••
Nimble wind selecting
Grumbles at the choice ☽⋅••
Hummingbirds treble note
••⋅☾ #Haiku ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Wss366 #treble #MastoPrompt 9/3 #nimble 9/4 #Grumble #Haiga #俳画 #Photography #マストドン写真部 #写真 #UrbanPhotography #都市写真 #Flowers #FlowerScrolling
First play test with the ✨completed✨ lawn poetry / floor poetry. (Forgive the lighting; we have purple lights in the front windows for Halloween.)
It worked! It's fun! And the poems all come out goth 😂
There are many traditions across the globe of using metaphorical poetic language to describe or boast about yourself. Here's a griot-style autobiographical #Poem about me. #Poetry #Oratory
"I am the oak that mocks the gale, born from the dust beside the grinding stone, rooted deep within the clearing of the ancient fortress wall.
My left limb danced a halting measure on the road, yet my swift feet swallowed the red earth, leaving trails of thunder before the sun had learned my name. (1/5)
