Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

It’s definitely not a good poem, but since I started to be impulsive on this page and share compulsive poetry, why should I stop ?

And then we’re done

And then we’re done
It’s not a matter whether we understand
Not even me I have to blame
The trees are waving
On a land I’m separated from
On a land it might be summer
Or on which winter is still to come

The more I speak
And the more I extend thoses verses
The further I’m appart
From this winter summer land

I should feel joy
If I knew you were too
Cause when the bodies don’t meet
There’s a beauty in between the two

I should feel relieved
Imagining you are too
But then the story
Is a mix of two renonciations
Of two oblivions
It’s like the story
Is collapsing before it started

And the music goes on
Pieces of work are spreading
Their meaningless beauty
And the shore is shining
And the sun lives for itself
On your breast