Another poem in English, translated to French, and translated back. Original English Steps no longer Able to be stepped on Trees behind tall walls Eminating a birds song Dusty rooms who’s Stillness is forever unreachable These are our hidden places Like the lure Of a sweet scent They turn faces As thoughts of mystery and […]
Occasionally I draw ….
In getting lost you found so many things, but you are never as lost as you think David James Horn
Gales and storms roar Tremendous torrents pour The intrepid pair Go where others do not dare The adults though They simply stare Can they not see? Whats going on behind the air Such calamities Rage in the world Of the imaginary But these brothers are ok They have eachother’s back Even when closing doors And […]
I’m not ready yet. I want to do it when I’m ready. I write this as someone getting ‘ready’, But what is ready? When do we attain readiness? Depending on our feeling to something ready could be the pot of gold at the end of a never ending rainbow. Not being ready is also an […]