Saturday, June 18, 2016

Dit le couleur

From Wikimedia Commons
teal on monday, blue on tuesday

it was one of those days
ordinary, if not morose
bracing for so much straining
over sometimes fastidious,
sometimes flamboyant 
yet still short of the sonorous

sound —

same that keeps the eyes alert
over the borders of his mouth:
will we see a few teeth?
— été, était, peut-être, 
a glimpse of the tongue?
— donc, longue, drôle
or the almost there kiss?
— vous, plus, tu

sight —

taking note of the senses of a word
comment ca va?
one moment all is lost
like a white flash that slipped
behind your back. 

i was lost in translation.