Tu ne sais pas quoi? Et pourquoi la faucheuse? Pour moi la faucheuse est plus une representation anthropomorphique de la mort et que n'a concretement aucune realite. Je pense que c'est tres interessant. Et la photographie ... est un? Hm. Comment dis tu "moth" in Francais? Papillon de nuit?
Excusez le manque d'accents! Oh, my. I never speak French.
Switching languages before I start speaking Frecilian, or Sicench or something really demented like Sicenglench.
Like I said, I find this really interesting. Obviously the reference of "Death" automatically makes this haunting, & I think too -- as I was saying about the use of Faucheuse vs. Mort, it gives this a more abstract angle, that works well with the aspect of the dream, the sadness. I was left with the same impression as Jacob, a child-you mourning a more adult-you. Or maybe it is the other way around.
I especially like that first line. It is so uniquely phrased with that "and". & the slant rhyme with "dreamed/me" & even though it is only three lines, it reads very finished, but leaves me very intrigued & thoughtful too, if not a bit quiet.
monarchs have been at my butterfly bush of late and i had this thought about wings, or moreso, having monarch wings spread out into the great expanse to flit and fly about. random-like. oh, how i'd flap and float on the sweetest breeze if one should pass me by.
maybe it was my six year old me smiling inside. maybe not. but the thought was nice while i carried it across the way and left it there until now.
recently too, i've become an ant killer. i have to admit that, because i generally talk about how i don't kill bugs. i prefer to let them live if at all possible. but they found their way into my cat food. so i windexed them (something i picked up from my mother). but after two days and a thousand deaths later, i just moved the food to the other side of the island. i wish i had thought about that two days earlier. i would feel better about it all at least.
but death is only permanent for the living. (or that is my take on it all).
this makes me feel like trying to capture the beauty of something but somehow crushing it out by accident.