Mindless, throwing a thirsty hand forth, Hoping to snatch more. More more and new.
Happiness ... Is a book snuggled against your chest Under the warm blanket. It’s the light tapping of the rain Landing in jaunty rhythm on the roof. It’s his warm hand in yours Cramming a million sweet words In one gentle squeeze. It’s the smile of your sister The laughter of your mother. It’s the … Continue reading Happiness
What are those words, poet, Flying around your mind Like crows, peering over your thoughts? They seize your anguish And knead your sorrow. In their pointed beaks Your delights wriggle, out of breath. The raven exhales. Its sigh’s your essence Condensed in the rims Of its pitch black feathers. Its blood’s a bottle of ink … Continue reading Narrative
My bones, their poetry marrow Are packed with sorrow And yet they feel hollow. Everything’s shallow. Feelings account to zero. I would like to be a hero, Write, leave a trace for morrow. I am but a delusional crow. The world I know Only through my window Which is far too narrow. I thought my … Continue reading A Poet?
I sharpened my edges on the spikes of sorrow But inked them with splashes of endless rapture. They shine under the moonlit sky, Sparkle in sun blazing light. Deep in the creamy pages lay glittering secrets, Concealed with shy smiles, clumsy moves and untamed laughs: Curiosity unquenched, Wild hopes unabashed. I buried my diamonds In … Continue reading I, the book
🍂 They said my words would bear fruits Sour or sweet Scented by the ink I would dip my pen in. That only I could chose If I would dust my pages With venom or cure. But what words do I have? The blank desert stares back at me. Sure, fragments jostle in my mind. … Continue reading What words do I have?
🍁 It’s harvest time Time to pluck the dreams That have ripened in my mind. 🍎 My mind’s an orchard Bearing ideas and ideals Bitter sweet fruits arisen From the fertile soil Of my childish fantasies cemetery. Oh these fantasies Whose slow decay Now nurtures wild reveries! Reveries unanchored, although born On the same same … Continue reading Harvest
Just a scene that conjured itself up in my mind, begging to be put on paper (or screen...). It may still need some polishing 🍂 She owns a box That she seldom opens. But today, bygone days are calling to her. As she lifts the lid, Old treasures awake in her chest, Threads of past … Continue reading A box
All is quiet in autumn’s early light. From its faraway zenith, the equinoctial sun bathes the quivering world in its aureate gleam. Nature is simmering, fawn leaves are rustling in the expectant air. Soon all will burst in golden shades and brilliant tones. An ebullition of colour, a feast of warmth, a burning banquet. All … Continue reading Firethorns
My first attempt at a poem in English. I am used to writing in French only, but I guess I was inspired enough by the subject to find my words for this one... My english verses still need some polishing, but I enjoy working on it, so I'll try to craft more english poems in the future. (By … Continue reading Lovebirds