The thin line
between light and dawn:
the thrill of knowing,
that time
will heal
our despair.
Away from this stage… #fivewords
Away from this stage,
is another test –
another round,
where force plays no role,
but the changing face,
the soft verses,
of an everlasting poem…
Photo: Jardins du Luxembourg, Paris, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
The Green Meadow #fivewords
We lie on the meadow, a mid-summer dream,
High above the woods, a large bird soars to the deep blue sky:
we have seen the mark, the proof that she was there,
among us, our dearest ghost…
Photo: Medway valley, ©2014 Honoré Dupuis
Late hunting #fivewords
It started with a gentle rain, as above the valley dark clouds shrouded the high mountain peak. Soon, there would be a downpour, when the narrow path would yield to the torrent of scree and icy water from the cliff.
Then, he might have a last chance to shoot, before nightfall, before this small world sunk into darkness. That was if he could find his prey.
Photo: Dolomiten, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
The Tree, and the Island #fivewords
There you stand,
the only one of your kind left,
Feet wet, maybe,
but your crown dried out – as if your part
was to play,
the dead tree on the island;
a sad note on the emerald lake.
Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis
Torn #fivewords
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This was the part he disliked, a role torn from his past, somewhere, far back, as if a trap was slowly closing, as if a fuse was slowly burning…
Picture: Edvard Munch, Vampyr, 1893 – source Wikimedia Commons
A Hard Case #fivewords
He said it was a hard case, hard to comprehend and, hence, hard to solve. Yet we should not muddle through: we had to keep a clear mind, and we should not assume the assassin was mad.
Picture: der “Tatort” in der ARD, source: web.de
A Shift in Time #fivewords
They were aware of a change in sounds, of different scents in the air. Though they knew they were still in the same bond with the City, they did not know, now, when now was.
People walked past them, without seeing them, as if they themselves had become invisible, in a magic circle, as if they had survived a Shift in Time.
Picture: Sans Souci, Potsdam, Schlosse Nacht – ©2015 Honoré Dupuis
The Road #fivewords
His gaze followed the road, as its silvery line slowly disappeared through the woods. As the sky was getting darker, he thought he would have to walk faster to avoid the storm.
This world was different, the landscape diffused, as if on the brink of disappearance. Was this reality, or only a dream?
Picture: Church in Lübars, Berlin © 2017 HonoréDupuis
