In floating

In floating

23 August 2016

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Lost in thought

Grey tendrils that sink

Absorbed ink

I spill mind

Windmills within me unwind

As the will decays

 

Tree’s branches

Reach out towards me

Its bark pulses

With my blood

My heart is a liquid flood

Nourishing its roots

 

Sweat and toils

Increase pulsations

The tree feasts

On the spoils

Winding flow does undoes coils

Self preservation

 

The soul shoots

Arrows of self loss

Across my frame

Withered tame

The lions face my dungeons

Where dragons breathed hard

 

Selves aligned

Face the roaring beasts

Random feats

Lone heroes

Misaligned in the death rows

Willful surrender

 

The heart beats

Like nothing matters

Soul repeats

In floating

Shimmering of blood coursing

New life pervades me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mehman – Azam Ali

Dandini -Azam Ali

Neni Desem – Azam Ali

Sereno variabile

Sereno variabile

22 August 2016

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Out of skin

Breath of the Divine

Interstice

Within Time

The making of primal rhyme

Between mind and heart

 

Words depart

Weary travelers

Flying on

Countless wings

The pieces every one brings

Jig saw in my soul

 

Eye of coal

Embers of the shine

Throughout me

Ascends spine

The inner realms untouched shrine

All that seeps through sands

 

No demands

My voiceless hum flows

Like rivers

To the sea

Flowing deltas through shivers

Reaching open banks

 

Offered flanks

The breast and the spleen

We come clean

From shadows

Like filters traversing rows

All that becomes us

 

Lost the fuss

Thunderstorms now stilled

Rains distilled

Like weather

“Sereno variabile

Donna mobile”

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Divide – Azam Ali

Endless Reverie – Azam ali Elysium

Ocean – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian

 

Rosso di Cuore / The carmine of Heart / Le pourpre du Cœur

Rosso di Cuore

(Poema scritto in forma Senryu/Haiku. Tradotto in Inglese quasotto o qua e in Francese quasotto o qua)

21 August 2016

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Distese allungate

Quando viene la notte

Parlano ombre

 

Storie d’ieri

Memoria che traballa

Sogni reali

 

Valigia piena

Istanti frammentati

Ore chiusura

 

La mente parla

Di rami invernali

Sotto la neve

 

Cuore racconta

Fiori di primavera

Sogni di seme

 

Tramonto sceglie

Fra colori di vita

Rosso di Cuore

 

Lettura del poema: 

Perdere l’amore – Lara Fabian

 

 

The carmine of Heart

(Translation of a poem written in Italian in Senryu/Haiku form. Read original above or here)

21 August 2016

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The expanses stretched

When the nighttime will arrive

The shadows will speak

 

Yesterday’s stories

The memory that wobbles

Reality’s dreams

 

Fully cramped suitcase

Of the fragmented moments

In the closing hours

 

The mind now voices

Of winter bearing branches

Buried under snow

 

The heart tells a tale

Of how flowers of springtime

Are but dreams of seed

 

The sunset chooses

From among colors of life

The carmine of Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

You’re not from here – Lara Fabian

 

 

Le pourpre du Cœur

(Traduction d’un poème écrit en italien sous forme de Senryu/Haiku. Lire l’original ci-dessus ou ici)

21 août 2016

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Etirées éparses

Quand nuit venant les surprend

Les ombres parlent

 

Des histoires d’hier

De la mémoire qui vacille

De rêves en réel

 

La valise est pleine

De ces instants fragmentés

Heures de fermeture

 

Le cerveau parle

De ces branches hivernales

Enfouies sous la neige

 

Le cœur lui raconte

De comment fleurs de printemps

Sont rêves de semence

 

Crépuscule choisit

Parmi les couleurs de vie

Le pourpre du Cœur

 

Lecture du poème: 

Je suis malade – Lara Fabian

 

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

20 August 2016

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Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall

The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent

Corruption is rampant justice absence strident

Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall

 

When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall

The moments then vacant no solace can present

Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament

The end of the journey as the wild creatures call

 

New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither

The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child

The prairies are darker when the flowers wither

 

The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled

The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo

Zitarrosa – Bajofondo

Infiltrado – Bajofondo

 

The grass was greener

The grass was greener

20 August 2016

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She looked across the battered fields lying scorched by the heat around her frame in veils. From afar came its glint, shining eerily under the summer sun. So infused with more than just a hint of light she felt she should run towards it for it looked so beautifully green, it was almost lime-like in its iridescent sheen. She imagined the dewdrops painting life-like shadows alongside the blades of grass, twirling with these latter in those meadows a long-forgotten dance. She could almost sense the hum of the grasshoppers, the sound of brass invading her mind with their invitation to prance.

 

An arm brushing past hers tore her thoughts away from that beautiful island and its mighty sway. The field around her was buzzing in glee with grey-faced workers in neat rows of three attempting so desperately to instill some life back into the withered plants going downhill. The water ran from their giant cans dark, muddy and lifeless, not even a spark. She watched them smother rather than water the field as more sand and dirt was all the cans would yield. Here and there some poppies had survived, their wild nature breaking free revived by the view of the skies from the murky lands ties.

 

It was the bluebells that withered the most. Their head hung, their face downcast, they looked like this time they would never last. The secular trees of themselves a ghost looked over the horizons, a sight only they could boast and realised that perhaps this was the last year they would play host to the hundreds of bluebirds that on their branches found outpost to watch the first sunrise. Suddenly a ray split the skies and onward came rains of the most frightful might. To the field workers they were though the most beautiful sight as they gathered out of ranks not bothering how offering to the rain their weather-beaten brow as it washed away the mud. The oldest of trees came down with a thud and as the land under it drank the rain a damp and soon mossy stance took over its grounds again and again and again.

 

She looked across the reddened field to the brink of where her sight would yield. She looked back to the moss growing on that new land. Its glint was known to her not a new brand. Both far and near she could see it so clear.

 

The grass was greener.

 

Reading of the short story: 

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Green…The Colour of Evolution – Yakuro

 

Diversion

Diversion

20 August 2016

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Diversion

Entertainment bleak

Entrainment

Of the mind

The distractions that we seek

World lost in background

 

Diversion

Tactical motion

Switching lanes

Harvesting

The end result of our pains

The mind occupied

 

Diversion

Children of the Sun

In circles

How they run

The sand master outruns them

Their lives now mayhem

 

Diversion

Shifting of the poles

Frantic move

Without groove

Quickly inverting the roles

The black for the white

 

Diversion

Preoccupation

In the past

Cannot last

Grass root of every nation

Running in the wild

 

Diversion

Moving deathly ways

Path to green

From unseen

Cryogenic sleepers wake

More than world at stake

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Reunion – M83

Oblivion – M83

Wait – M83

 

Inky Blue

Inky Blue

19 August 2016

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She sank into the waters which enveloped her, soothing and relaxing her tense muscles. The breath seeped easily out of her mouth as she welcomed the pitch black surroundings.

This was her ninth trial now to seep into nothingness. She yearned for that.

The mind always won though with its fight for survival.

She always resurfaced spluttering between relief and grief for not having overcome the resistance.

The moon resplendent celebrated her defeat once again. Once again it played upon the surface in the distance as she gathered her clothes she had left upon the shore.

She looked at that other spot where the moon was playing with the waves. It seemed like the perfect spot, far out into the sea though without the rock cover

Next month she thought to herself as she put her clothes slowly back on shivering despite the heat. Next month she would try again when the moon was high and the watchers were low.

To sink, to sink into that bottomless ink.

 

Reading of the microfiction: 

Le Grand Bleu – Eric Serra

Le Grand Bleu / Huacracocha – Eric Serra

The Big Blue – A Better Place