All posts by Gael GERARD

the cantor of the comings and goings

   Is surprised to appear in half moon   
The cantor of comings and goings
The strange character dressed in black
Origin of questions :

Can we take what we're given ?
Should we magnify what is naturally good ?
Wouldn't there be at the bottom of the bottom the original germ ?
Sleep is not a veil over the conscience
He is the wandering knight
The manifestation of offenses against the Truth.
As well
Get up early in the morning
Lean on the window railing
Open your eyes to what is
Fulfill the coming day
Close up at night
Breathe the sands of temptation
As they are buried
In the ocean of comings and goings.

Wind-driven boat
to the land of reconstruction
From hand to hand
Embracing the smell of uprooted weeds
Sliding down the slope
half moon face
From origin to origin.


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( painting detail by Frédérique Lemarchand )

diaphanous little hand

   Diaphanous little hand   
 placed on the guipure of the bodice   
 hemmed in shadow   
 ankle wound   
 swirl of memories   
 in balance   
 echoes without return   
 of restless hope.    
  
 At the Flora pavilion   
 the muslins evaporate   
 nostrils open to the smell of amber   
 minuet cut with a gavotte   
 burlesque spinoff   
 of a blazing fire in the fireplace   
 celestial mechanics   
 carrying his plume high.    
  
 The bells flying   
 surround the countryside   
 ahead of the wolves   
 Elizabethan strawberry blooms   
 the ancient fountain spirit   
 comma of a halo of tears   
 the men rushed into the pit   
 the branches rubbing their limbs in the crafty wind.   
   
 Diaphanous little hand   
 that the rain flakes     
 the dust of the road unrolls the wave   
 romance on the contrary   
 of a bruised night   
 condemning the child watching you   
 there against the embankment   
 to dispose of his feigned mother.     

 
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these birdsong

   These birdsong   
who accompany us
on the road
below our expectations
are the plain call
of our elevation.

Rainbow of this aspiration
to bring us together
to find our origins
reappeared mad goats
at the top of the rock of the offerings.

Even in January
the cool morning
bend the needy
under the fork of simplicity.


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Love philter

   Love philter   
with symphonic mists
rise rise rise
the lips of the foreshore.

light follicle
carrying honey pocket
and lechon of tenderness
bends in the breeze.

Mange suçon
on your shoulder
the cloud rises and falls
the corral barriers.

I'm looking for you
through wet heather
the eye of Horus on the forehead
small webbed hand.

That of the clothes
placed on the railing
the eyes graze the invisible
my pulpit crumb.

Félibrige
manna nights
runs along the ledges
child with wooden shoes.

black bow
the roaring waterfall
downhill
make your smile iridescent.

You are beautiful
I see you with forgetful passion
the bust under the silk
of an arrow of light.

The trees are so tall
so made of beautiful twigs
than sitting swaying on my cane
I welcome the fruits of my thoughts.

The harvest will take place in the fall
in the morning fresh from this obligation
sweet feline paw
let the wind blow.


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The body says

 The body says   
 drifting from what's to come   
 fun and mystery   
 at the shores   
 dice thrown in the food.  
    
 Glorious coming   
 time passing   
 so that they live   
 the momentum of clear laughter   
 and the milk from your breast.  
    
 Uphill path   
 to the hoarse throat   
 the mouse cry of the kites   
 pose d'un reflet d'ambre   
 la fleur éternelle.   
   
 Ma mie   
 aux draps froissés   
 mes doigts ne peuvent   
 than to cut open the doors of the palace   
 où renaître en creux et en bosses.    
  
 Palinodie of offers   
 the merchant of the four seasons   
 won't pass   
 in the gay stream   
 iron wheels on the pavement.  
    
 Untie the party ribbons   
 Shark of a flick   
 chinese lanterns   
 the bandoneon conceals   
 more than one salt.    
  
 Let you lick the tip of your nose   
 by the chimeras of the castle   
 rides at night near the guard towers   
 white and gushing   
 the moon will come to you.   

   
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single storey house

   The cuttings are signaled   
with dry autumn leaves
in happy company
of standing with open faces.

The house is on one level
just bend down
to marry and life and death
deep heart of timescales.

Around
the sky and the horizon
waves of greenery
scrolling space.

The sacred law molds the rock
hollows out the cup
clear fountain offered to the initiate
eyes to see each other.

Affirm departure exchange
dark circles on the cheeks
this diffracted presence
out of our common substance.

on the way for tomorrow
without the path altering the sound
of our steps in ascent towards the place
where to deposit singles.


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mist stones

  mist stones   
remains of haunted corridors
rise above ground
the wandering soldiery
of our scattered souls.

Here iron hurts
he kills and stammers
the law of motionless
in the procession of wild animals
fabrics wrinkle.

In the hollow of the valleys
the sheep are grazing
pass the black rider
in his rattling device
eyes red with blood.

Carnivorous massacre
even wolves flee
over the rock
with a smooth cavalcade
that the autan wind spins.

Appended bellies
arms raised to the steel glove
hemp breathes
weary
the beauty emits a soft rattle.

Ceruse spies on desires
the fresco is deposited
under the frame
secret waypoint
just a grain of skin.


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flame flower raku

   Brilliant crimson   
when opening the trunk
thousand flowers of fire.

are going to pick
ceramic imps
according to the flames.

Door to door
items offered
the splinter and the crack sing.

laughing mask
in the shadow of the barn
the customary pigeon is agitated.

From pass to pass
on the doorstep
dance the luminous balls.

Raku proclaims its destiny
to be on edge
the beautiful place of the soul.


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voice from the other world

   Voice from the other world   
so beautiful queen as the sea
bent for a moment.

In the full moon
do you have to find out
in so little time ?

Go along your path
orders and disorders
over hill and dale.

And let's flex
knee to the ground
looking away.

In the fertile time of spring
of happenings pointing his nose
the beauty of memories.

In the presence of the gods
point of dithering
the silence builds.

The music digs the sky
joys and sorrows
to the freshest water.


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Regards croisés d’écritures froissées

 prospective woman  
with silken stamens
once watched
beauty imprint
we saw each other
my friend from the harvest
moving up the ranks
crossed looks
crumpled writing.

Jumping out of bed
per morning of closed eyelids
point of romance
had to take clogs
and strike the match
to light the fire prepared the night before
with paper, kindling and logs
without waking the child.

At Christmas
there were oranges
knitted mittens
and the box full of cakes
resting on a ray of sunshine,
wonder
delivering the meaning of the world
by the keys of knowledge
by the breath of the covers.


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