The sea had recededOnce again, she found herself stranded on the sandbank of the weekend. Soon enough, a wave swelling from the horizon will come
Étiquette : poetry
O.S.T
From the bus window, music in the headphonesColors landscapes with graceAnd on the shore of the lipsA smile surfaces to welcome life As I awaken
Before Awakening
Beauty lies in the slightest moveIt sizzles behind every sound,But you don’t see it yet. One spoonful of instant coffee in hot water. Franck Joseph©FJ
A Broken Zen
Like an ageing actor, playing out of tuneAs he tries on poses and reflexes from his brighter years,We sometimes sit a broken zen. Like a
Eternally Away
Spaced. One by one, preoccupations dripDown on the water surface From the extreme tip of the stalactiteTo the underground reservoir. In the echoing lapping,true happinesseternally
Strategists And Poets (note)
Our human society can be divided into two columns : such a distribution covers most of our social structures : On the right-hand side, those whose
