Thought of 22-03-2020
Chris Pic
The news from the front is wrinkled
Half the world confined
Keep courage the populace
And the smile under the mask.
A moved thought for them who for several months have been supporting us in silence.
We blow our noses in it, we pour all our miasma and our annoyances into it.
We wash our hands every ten minutes, much less often the elbows.
Forgotten body parts, mistreated badly washed... we always keep some underneath...
Ode to the elbows!
Confined for a long time already, they must take the air and the sun.
Don't hide them, show them.
Take it easy at first, ten minutes a day seems safe to me.
Of course, don't forget to anoint them delicately with a greasy ointment like total screen or tallow...
The skin of the elbows being very sensitive is well known.
Outraged elbows, broken elbows, martyred elbows... But liberated elbows!
Christian@serronsnousles.déconne
Thought of 20-03-2020
Chris Peak
haiku of the day
The doubt crosses you
You lose your way
Too much spirit and you go astray
« The humor of rails »
Crustacean shellfish
Praries clam's in parade
Let's enjoy
Oysters and mussels offered
In marcel or marinière
Let's taste it's so good
Tomorrow's Senryu
My bile is all green
I'm on the verge of bitter
toilet door open
“ Return from party.
The thought of the moment
our friend Chris Pic
I'm not invaded by monkeys yet,
But the deer are getting closer...
Less noise, fewer cars, more hunter.
They look at me quite closely and I capture the same astonishment, Din their doe eyes.
There were animals, let them take their place.
The waters are clearing up, we can see the fish and fishing is closed.
Thought of 19-03-2020
Chris Pic
But where to put my feet in this ocean of daisies... they invade me. So strong they look like daisies.
A few violets fight in groups for the place. Tiny ants have built a huge mound. I cry and I'm happy. I put some big snails back in the tall grass, surprised by the sudden sweetness. Heavy flying insects turn and seek a new place for this promising spring. The silence is total. Only these reassuring buzzes and the birds that invite you. On the trip. To serenity. A plane passed. Was there a pilot?
