cyril ioutsen - craquelures. poems, volume II

no words
to say of it
silence

odd physics
the darker
the louder

old grave
fresh flowers
made of plastic

old painting
not enough
craquelures

old photos
belonging
to me now
someone’s
memories

optimistic
worse than
yesterday
better than
tomorrow

order
each object
randomly
in its place

page after page
the time goes
at book’s pace

paradox
before
the next
time
another

passage of time
fewer people
that never visit

the pathways
we never take
where they lead
when we go back

paused
to check
the time
and missed
the train

peace conference
everyone looking
for casus belli

peaceful summer
despite the war
somewhere

a petal
in a cup
an idea

a progress
each step
more sure
of less

quite telling
birthday gift
still unwrapped
next birthday

rainstorm
music off
to listen

rainy day
drought news
from somewhere

reasons
to leave it
reasons
to keep it
anything

road gridlock
our thoughts
and the traffic

same route
yesterday
through
today’s
streets

self-education
to the museum
to make selfies

a short bio
a hyphen
between dates

snowstorm
airport full
lockdown

so many
people
so much
solitude

some hopes
not unfounded
sunrise again

somehow
more pretty
girls around
summer

sometimes
nothing is
all there is

spontaneity
haiku moment
revised later

spring at last
hospital room
still white

stardust
on paper
a poem

still
wet
rainstorm
watercolor

still forward
the clock
in the mirror

stillness
not quite
right with
no sounds
at all

strangers
on a train
no secrets

street noise
louder when
the light is off

streetlamps
halos above
our heads

subway
the trains
and violin

suggestive
blank page
blank stare

sumi-e painting
hidden colors within
black and white

sundial
does it work
for the moon?

sunrise
a wallpaper
on a screen

supermarket
home-made
food discount

surely
an oxymoron
silent
loudspeakers

symbiosis
a live cat
a plastic
mouse

symmetry
no one gets
what one
would give

teacup empty
but for the tea
late evening

team work
arguing about
collaboration

tempting
a view
from above
a long
way down

things done
time left
for regret

the time
it takes
to earn
luxury
watch

time being
all the time