“To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.” – William Blake
“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.” – William Shakespeare
“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the fest of the mind.” – Khalil Gibran
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dans le sable des mots / in the sand of words
my hands plunge deeply
this insatiable quest
finding the right verbs,
adjectives and adverbs
the preposition
which when assembled
like Rubik’s puzzle
lead me to what is missing
yet words like sand are
flexible
capable of embracing
the power of
la mer
or sliding through my
fingers
so strong, she restrains the oceans
large ships skim
across their surface
she cradles the ravaged
cities swallowed in the
tsunami’s of time
concealing their final
resting place
so delicate
a breeze thrusts them
into oblivion
starfish, shells the
similes and metaphors
dans le sable des mots
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bisous,
léa