capturing in prose
When you watch someone go away, you may imagine her/his life from the back view. She must be happy because she is light on her feet. He might be tired because he never look around. You are free to do in any way.
Sometimes, through the view finder of my camera, I was wondering if they were friends and I was relieved somehow.
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Friend by The Daily Post.
as
a part of
Floral Friday
A Part of Wordless Wednesday.
シジュウカラの甲高い声と
微かに白く透明な冷たさを含んだ空気に
強くなる光の痛みを忘れ
既に陽が射しはじめた階段の踊り場の朝を
足音を気にしながらゆっくと下る水曜。
やがて広がる初夏の緑が放つ控えめな匂いは
何処かを通り過ぎるエンジン音に混じりあい
静謐さに抗う鮮烈な赤へと入れ替わる。
いつまでも繰り返す今日と
いつまでも失われたような明日とが
歩き出す右足と左足を追い立て、
非日常の昨日もまた過去となる。
木々の葉がざわざわとうめき出し、
隙間をすり抜けた陽光に目を細めた昨日を
いち日の初めに思い起こす。
鮮烈な赤と今日を始める勇気のようなもの。
冷たく光る朝の空気。
Red is the color of energy rousts you out of a morning doze.
Morning light illuminates a vestige of newborn day and an evening gloom brightens a small scratch of the day gently for a brief moment.
朝のひかりが生まれたてのいち日の痕跡を照らし、夕闇がいち日のかすり傷を柔らかく輝かす。
In response to the weekly photo challenge, Evanescent by The Daily Post.
l'atelier tanu | tagnoue 