Dear Feather - a poem

I daresay dear feather
that a window will never prevent
the sun to fill up my empty room

my space is confined
to your fluttering touch
when a quick sparrow
flies away from my
unexpected
spastic
brutal
exhalation

I daresay dear feather
that innocence and beauty
never deserved you at all




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Lost in Love - a poem

Tell me love
where did I put my hatred ?
It is lost in the bottom of my heart

tell me love
I will drink to the bottom
of your loss till I sink
like a rock
where all loss is lost
where all flock of love
flies open through
the flooded gates of remorse
like a bittersweet wine
punctuated with clots
of a long forgotten fragrance

tell me love
where did you dissolve
the human shape
that once inhabited
the outskirts of my heart ?



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Ulali - songs of Apache women

Paul Verlaine - WISDOM (Sagesse)

Like a good hooded rider who rides in silence
Misfortune pierced my old heart with its spear.

The blood of my old heart made one crimson gush
Then evaporated on the flowers, in the sun.

Shadow blew my eyes out, a cry came to my mouth,
And my old heart died in a bitter shiver.

Then rider Misfortune came closer,
Set foot and his hand touched me.

His iron-gloved finger entered my wound
As he certified his law with a harsh voice.

And then at the icy touch of his iron finger
A heart was being reborn in me, a whole heart pure and proud.

And then, fervent with divine candour,
A whole young and good heart was beating in my chest.

Yet, I stayed there trembling, incredulous a bit,
Like a man who sees visions of God.

But the good rider, back on his beast,
While riding away nodded to me

And cried to me (I still hear that voice):
"At least, take care! For it is all right this time."




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Galerie fractale

Fractals by Régis Gronoff est mis à disposition selon les termes de la licence Creative Commons Paternité - Pas d'Utilisation Commerciale - Partage des Conditions Initiales à l'Identique 3.0 Unported.
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