Survivors, poetic thought by George-B ©Always (The smudge and other poems)
I’ve witnessed moments like this
Made of lights and shadows,
with aroma of licorice and tarragon
tasting like roasted bell peppers and eggplants
I’ve witnessed moments like this
In sepia, and black and white, faintly smelling of retouching indigo
Papillon:
In the depth of the jungle, the smell of mushrooms is stronger
that any other smell except that of decaying matter
I’ve witnessed moments like this
of serenity: when being takes over the fear of dying,
of falling, through the holes in the old dragnet:
tilapia is a smart fish: it turns on one side,
at the bottom,
just above the mud,
avoiding the net…
other fishes are learning the technique: They are survivors.
The Tomb of Nakht, 1500 BC, contains a tilapia hieroglyph just above the head of the central figure.
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