Qu'est-ce qu'on attend pour être heureux?
What are you waiting for in order to be happy?
Waiting
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Category Archives: Photography
How to grow a rainforest
Decades of desolation
A moonscape remains
Drilling to heart of earth
Taking all man claims
Terror evacuates
Landscape starts to breathe
The mark of devastation
Healed by tiny seeds
Conditions just right
Warm humidity of desire
Moisture of overflowing tears
Still silence of time
Ticking by...
Nature is mother, sister
Lover, daughter-child
Harbouring life's wonders
For all hearts grown wild
Wild love
How does one commune
With one who is loved
When there is no 'us'
Surely, the trees agree
To touching leaves
While twit, thrush and sparrow
Alight Cupid's arrow
Marsupials stare longingly
While chewing on yearnings
A copperhead rises high
To consider taste of thigh
How would one know
Which love is delight
Without venturing wild
Avoiding its bite!
Let go
I always knew
Deep down
The moment I let go
You'd come around
Every day matters
Brutal is the beat
That strikes a blow
Heartbreak a diagnosis
Self inflicted?
All the days spent
Watching and listening
To tales of adventures
Animation on your face
I can't erase it
Every day matters
No sunk cost fallacy
Dig diamond memories
Facet sides cut
Deep into wounds
Polish till shine
Your moments are mine too
Out
If ever a quip
A witty comeback
Martini smiles
Wry as vermouth
Sultry whispers splash
As snare brush jazz
Taken aback
Night women swoon
For lost lover
Lyrics lie to cover
Her maiden in youth
When silence echoes
Through hallways
Living rooms
Down yesteryears' phone lines
Seems to me all hush,
Blush and gossip girls
Collude like fuel
For a raging fire
Lit by the father
Surely, to snuff my life
Out.
Mind games
Does the universe have a mind
To cast these stars into the sky
To throw planets in the mix
A kaleidescope of astral pictures
Is the blackness a dark canvas
For the art of some collosal giant
Hiding in dust columns
Diving through black holes
Does it orchestrate our lives?
Is serendipity a sketch comedy?
For all the hundreds of opportunities
To meet you eye to eye
A tragic romantic comedy
Stimied by titan in the sky
Not by you, or I?
Skyward
What would I enjoy
For the rest of my life
Even if I failed
Every time?
The Lost Years
Years I have dwelt
Under earth
Tread over head
Magnetic anomaly
Compass bearing bend
Nights I have glowed
Channelling fury
Fire of echoes
Into soft light
For lantern show
Days I have lain
Wounded in pain
Watching seasons stroll by
Blossoms, fruit and leaves
Butterly arms surround
To soften, to sleep
Till axis shifts away
Leaning toward you
I am compass
I am moth
I am fruit
Sleep finds me now
Wishing and wanting
Dreams evade
The breadth of years
Laid waste
Gentle light
Dawn on the day
I gave birth
To a gentle giant
Kind and humble
Keen and bright
Softly tread
Along clifflines
Sprouting heads
Bowed politely
Herald new life
