In the gusts of wind
As you breathe new life
The whispers of grief
For your fallen ones

When the last one drops
I will go with you
And in one last breath
We will bow and sing

It was beautiful
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #InspiredByNatureSeries #nature #forest #tree #ecology #deforestation #environment #grief

Dec 11, 2024 – cold night

Night, cold and pitch dark,
Shivering in my arms, wait
For soft morning light

Dec 15, 2024 – snow drift

Giant wall
Of fresh pearly snow —
The wind blew

Dec 16, 2024 – crane

Light as a feather
The crane expands its wings. Fly!
To the Heavens rise

Dec 18, 2024 – dark cloud

Snowy mountains shine
Draped in evening light. A brush
Paint the dark clouds bright

Apr 5, 2025 – crisp + plum

Powdered white morning
Crisp red blossoms – Winter plum
First to usher Spring

May 29, 2025 – river

Windy riverside
Lost in reverie – Unwind
My thoughts drift away

June 28, 2025 – draft

vibration
down my spine a chill
there's a draft

June 29, 2025 – desolate + profuse

Beach town in winter
Not a soul to collide with
Profuse emptiness

Sept 13, 2025 – pumpkin + dew

Pearly dew
Comes with Autumn wind
Pumpkin smiles

Sept 14, 2025 – chrysanthemum + wild rose

Wild rose long withered
Grace can bloom in the Fall frost
But this too won't last

Sept 15, 2025 – deer

Through trees ray of light
Touching the deer standing guard
A crane takes its flight
 
 
 
#Poetry #Haiku #english #HaikuSeries #DailyHaiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

Already long gone is
The bright verdant of Spring
Soon all the leaves will turn
A vibrant rust color
Then with a glass of wine
We'll reminisce those nights
Dipping in the tide pools 
Or by the bonfire

When tickled by the cold 
We'll see our breath escape
Seeking the quietude
In seclusion we'll wait
For the nightingale song
To fill the night again

_______

This poem was written using all the prompts from @dailyhaikuprompt@mastodon.world for the week of May 17-24, 2025. I usually use those prompts to actually write haiku but this time I just had a different kind of fun with them.
✓ Yellow
✓ Early frost
✓ Field 
✓ Silence
✓ Verdant
✓ Rust
✓ Road
✓ North wind
✓ Breath
✓ Wine
✓ Nightingale 
✓ Bonfire
✓ Pool
✓ Leaves
✓ Tickle
✓ Seclusion
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #InspiredByNatureSeries #nature #seasons

dans la mère
de mots
je me perds
noyau noyée
de maux
échoués sur
dérivent

des cendres
au plus profond
un puits sans fin sans fonds
des mots jetés
sans sens, cent sens
sang qui s'écoule
en vain dans les veines
tout comprendre rien
que des mots

des briques
qui m'abritent
s'ébruitent et s'invitent
parfois s'évitent

sabir argot ma langue
à moi patois

normes hâtives
carcans étroits
polis politiques
domine-nation
identité boue.sculée
le son de la mère
effacé
l'int.imité
amère leçon

fulgerrance de
l'imagination
renverse contourne
retrouve en bouche
les mots inventés invités
catapultés qui claquent
au palais
château de la mère
mer de la parole de l'émoi
mon toit à moi
 
 
« Le pouvoir des langues ne s’exerce pas que symboliquement. La domination de quelques-unes prend une forme éminemment politique quand elles s’imposent contre les langues maternelles, bousculant les identités intimes. »

« Le pouvoir des langues. Identités, domination, résistance », Manière de voir, n° 186, décembre 2022 -janvier 2023.
 
 
 
#Poetry #français #language #poésie #langage

What was and what will be – a year in review

 
Endings are often times of reflection,
a little pause before again it all begins.
What a beautiful year of creativity
2024 has been for me.

In a world that has gone mad,
riddled with wars and genocides,
exploitation and competition,
where what matters is to be efficient
in destroying the essence of life.
Still within the last hopeless convulsions
of a system on the verge of collapse,
I managed to find solace.

In January, with a dear friend of mine,
a fellow procrastinator and creative mind,
we committed to a weekly rendezvous.
In a café every Sunday, an afternoon to just do.
Do the thing, no more excuses,
“I'm not good enough”-s and “who am I to”-s.
Don't I have anything better to do?
With no chasing results and no expectations,
a little pocket of time of joyful creation.

In just a year I have written more
than I had ever done before.
By the hundreds, poems and haiku,
writing challenges, drawings and of course dance.
Finally letting go of perfectionism,
things I'm proud of, some things not so,
but no matter what, I feel content.

So in whatever shape or form,
and with no AI involved,
into our days let's try to insert
those, even tiny, creative pockets.
“Joy is an act of resistance.”
Because when we find joy,
we say no to what fools us
into an artificial happiness.

Living is not about dreams of grandeur
or sensational bucket list must-dos,
that we buy with our life and time,
throwing ourselves into the grinder.
Maybe living is about things insignificant
making up the fabric of the existence.
Those little moments that can become,
within the boundless realm of imagination,
an entire magical world that opens in front of us.
 
 
I wish you all a fulfilling year, full of little pockets of creativity, turning insignificant moments into joyful magical worlds.

Note: “Joy is an act of resistance.” is from a poem by Toi Derricotte
 

2024 in numbers

125 poems and haikus
1 month-long writing challenge: Writober
1 short story written over 25 days: The Cave
130+hrs of dancing and about 50 choreos learnt
200+hrs of voice acting for 1 project, definitely not enough and hoping for more new projects in 2025 (demo updates coming soon-ish)

I don't know what 2025 will bring but I will be sure to keep this weekly or even daily creative practice alive. I will keep writing, dancing and will try to draw more, practice calligraphy more and to go back to a more consistent Chinese study.

And if you're in Vancouver, BC and want to join in on our Sunday creative session, give me a shout. The more, the merrier.
 
 
 
#Poetry #english #writing #2024review #YearInReview #2025 #dance #VoiceActing #dubbing #creativity #creation #joy #imagination