Nomadic words / Poem by Huguette Bertrand

 

Poem by Huguette Bertrand

 

NOMADIC WORDS

Nomadic words never stop
talking hope
when all is turning up side down
in the dark

they honor the origins
who flows wrongly
drop some verses
in the rivers

they travel on lines
of far away horizons
meditate in a field
of Mimes to find
the key for a futur poem

when the wind rises
they hold on to essentials
then keep silent waiting
to slip in the margins
on a new day

© Huguette Bertrand -10.02.20

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