Staring at the clouds in the autumn evening sky during drive north that we do often, I found this poem.

clouds in the
autumn evening sky
bring fresh views

An outing to the bike park inspired this poem.

I made that jump,
it was so cool,
even that bump
when my tire blew.

With the bike
upside-down, we fix the leak.

A day on the beach. I built a monument and found a poem in it.

I carried these
rocks and arranged
them into this
mountain of hope:
a message
for a better tomorrow.

A dove was lost under the retractable roof of the tennis stadium. The crowd watched it and I found this poem:

Then the crowd cheers.
Not for a won
point or rallye,
or game or match;
but for the
dove that got lost at the Games.

Kick off at the Paris 2024 Olympic Games. And a poem to celebrate the Olympic spirit. Remember what Baron Pierre de Cubertin said: the important thing is not to win, but have fought well.

The highest stage,
the game for gold
pressure rises,
time to be bold.
"Fighting well
the tradition to uphold.

Touching grass this onchain summer. And asphalt and gravel. A poem inspired by higher, onchain summer and running in the park.

My shoes touch grass
And asphalt and
Gravel as I
Run one more K
In the park.
Fitter body,.fitter mind

A memory inspired by classic cars, not long before I learned that one half of the couple that were my first employers is no longer with us.

Classic cars
surround us on the road,
adorned with Tulip Rallye stickers.
Will my first bosses be
among them?

Introducing a new poetic form: the highku.

A syllabic from, consisting of 6 lines of 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 and 7 syllables, inspired by the higher movement on Farcaster.

Be better than
you have ever
been before, by
putting in the
energy
and always aiming higher.

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I just hope
the bumble bee being
eaten by the dragonfly has first
pollinated plants in
our garden.

A poem inspired by a dogwalk in the park on a rainy day.

The drizzle makes
that we're almost
alone in the park.

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My favourite mountain. When you're in the French part of the Alps, she's omnipresent.

What's your favourite mountain?

Majestic Mont Blanc
The giant,
gently ever-present.
Challenging, inspiring, attracting
like only this snow capped
mountain does.

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Algae and
a hint of fresh fish, then
a distant note of alpine herbs and
molten snow: that's the scent
of Léman.

We hiked up a mountain where I found this haiku.

Surrounded
by croci
we touched snow.