Troubled Sun

les iles vues de Gigaro

Autumn. Clocks reset
And mood shifts
Glitter dances over still water
The Med shivers in the bay
All diamonds and pewter

She gazes at a troubled sun
Beyond multilayered clouds
Is he leaving again
Or is he already gone?

Sighs die with rolling pebbles

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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5 Responses to Troubled Sun

  1. Comme tu es pleine d’angoisse!
    Decontractes-toi, cherie, peut-etre il vaut pas la peine, tu sais?
    Merveilleux, comme toujours, mais j’ai plus d’adjectifs!


    • emmylgant says:

      D’accord! Me voila decontractee, meme sereine
      Mais detrompe-toi, mon soleil vaut la peine
      Car sans lui il n’y a ni musique ni couleurs
      et donc pas de rire, de joie ou de fleurs…
      Tout ce que j’aime.
      Et puis, c’est juste un poeme. πŸ˜‰


  2. PapaBear says:

    Never seen the Med, Emm. I picture it similar to the Gulf of Mexico in its sizeo and complexity. Like the pictures you paint of it. Autumn…, she comes to us clothed in beautiful colors for a short while, then leaves us as a threadbare old hag as Winter approaches.


    • emmylgant says:

      Well put Paul!
      The Med is always alive and responds to her immediate environment, much like we do…. probably why she and I have a thing going on πŸ˜‰
      But then again each day sun, sea and sky weave a magic that feeds my heart and soul. I think you know what that is like, no?


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