Who will console...
- poesiarevelada
- 15 janv. 2023
- 1 min de lecture
Who will console the heart
of those forgotten pools ?
Their fine swimming undines
have now flown away !
the laughter of children
on their edges ?
The earthenware are drowsy
baked by the sun of time
The swallows are fluttering
now in others elsewhere
They loved so much
in search of water
turning all around
Only strange dust remains
We can’t even guess anymore
on the blueness of ceramics
the slender shadows of beauties
who defied the gaze of men
Our childhood is gone
No more music
No more cocktails
Just the sing of bees
the silence of the wind
The patina of time
has settled down
Sometimes passing by
a lost photographer
tries to give back
an ephemeral life
to those pools that… we loved so much !
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Poem of Philippe Despeysses (Ph. Metzer-D in Berlin/Germany)
Photos of Vitella Donata
Poème magnifique et bouleversante — oh, si belle écriture, et quelles images évoquées… et les photos de Donata invitent à l’arrêt. Merci!