to the ombre, in heat wave
open to uplifting thoughts
open up to the fevers of novelty
open up to the bells of the herd
open up to the Sunday meal
open up to family photography
open the creaking gate
open to the cat's meows.
to the ombre
in heat wave,
know how to ripen without withering
know how to receive the word that comes
knowing how to give a voice to whoever is there
know how to fill the eyes with light
know how to smile at who smiles
know how to almost smile at who does not smile
know how to keep against one's heart the precious
of the meeting.
to the ombre,
in heat wave,
fill with benevolence the brushing of the living
fill the tiredness of the moment with a siesta
fill with attention the arrival of the child
fill the storm of conflict with honey
purposely fill the door that opens
sweetly fill the scarlet of risk-taking
fill the discomfort with a light breeze.
to the ombre in heat wave,
thank friendship water glass
thank you for being heard
thank the apple that crunches under the tooth
to thank for having to climb the daily
thank the early morning that brings us out of the dark
thank the song of field insects
thank the time that passes.
to the ombre
in heat wave,
bring the child to the writing of his future
bring the mother to the vigilance of her own
bring the father to the bow of the ship
bring the old man to the smell of cut hay
bring the sky to open between wall and foliage
bring a festive air to the hard stone
bring life into fellowship.
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Category Archives: August 2017
on edge a kiss has landed
On edge
~ a kiss landed.
Crazy child butterfly
~ of our dreams.
Farandole of reflections
~ bubbles on the surface.
A pewter ladle
~ to put to our lips.
The wind in the ash trees
~ to cool off.
mission blue sky
~ eternal trial.
A few steps in the stream
~ an exchanged smile.
Clasped hands
~ for the thirsty.
A flame on your forehead
~ the eye so mysterious.
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my wrinkled hand
Vituperating Splint
of your voice
the star of our loves
cry for joy
uphill
gentle slope
of our escape.
Afraid
with so much tenderness
the soldier turned his gun
under the quivering birch
of autumn
assumption of the ball
without the moon going out.
Walk
walk on the edge of the cliff
settle for little
close your eyes
the spray so low
on the horizon
of an ultimate feeling.
Call the beadle
tell him i'm dying
between bellflowers and blueberries
under the starry canopy
with a superb vault
that the storm would have refreshed
of its clattering cartage.
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Et puis le sens en déliquescence
Barefoot on the Moor stick well in hand the musette on the shoulder hat covering the ears behind the cows go to the cabin the dog on the trail doing what he wanted from molehill to molehill then raising its earthy muzzle questing eyes towards endless waiting. With reversed forehead recover from Orion's departure to the delights of the day breathe the morning air go smell the pigmented dew grass store two or three objects splash water on the face welcome the thought. And then the meaning to the delirium of meaning in decline to say something worth it who gets to know meaning in the direction assumed sense out of sensation of essential meaning excuse and desire. For air bubble exploded in the open air snap the rainbow against the white screen of a dark room out of mystery to closely assess the accuracy of a sound on the sacred altar muffled whispers enter through the ceremonial door. Dressed in white at the ray of light that appeared be the step on the basalt slab step without haste than the elevation of a song transport to the crossroads of the clouds. Joie, felt in the heart, contact with reality. 354
you come to me, O sated moon
you come to me
in the night
oh sated moon
country woman
child of the weeds
familiar old man
late in the mirror
under the caress of memories.
look up
light the torches
at the temple of expectations
be a holy woman
rainbow of desires
be the child
sitting on the edge of the well
be the forgetful old man
to futile thoughts
be the wick
who lights the fire of being oneself
be the pearl pillow
welcoming what comes
in wise joy
a pinch of tenderness
off the road
arms outstretched in embrace
flickering light
of the dawning day.
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