Awaiting the sun

Awaiting the sun

11 November 2018

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The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.

She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.

She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.

She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.

Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.

Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.

She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.

Let’s pretend – Tindersticks

Remnants of the sky

Remnants of the sky

5 October 2017

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Yesterday

I walked into Earth

Slowing pace

Snuffed the race

Heavy footsteps aligning

Shadows of my Self

 

Sunlit path

Bursting from the seams

Coiled presence

Breathing dense

Magmatic matter fuming

Boiling resuming

 

Coupled Eye

Whirling through the sigh

Escaping

Littered lips

Thirsting as the monster sips

Remnants of the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Eyes Shut – Ólafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger / Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet Shakespearien. Voir traduction ci-dessous ou ici)

23 février 2017

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Un beau soleil glacial régnant sur la plaine

Le chant doux des oiseaux bénissant mes émois

La fin d’une ère martiale où douleur est souveraine

Fruit de mes oripeaux à appendre dans les bois

 

Je cherchais impartiale un monde qu’ils balancèrent

Les hordes des nuits noires et les torches blanches des jours

Stabilité égale entre ombre et lumière

Je vis monde balançoire qui signe mes alentours

 

Le sens des univers prend le sens des poussières

Lors de ces analyses plongeant en soi interne

De levant en devers suivant cours des rivières

Parfois deltas s’enlisent en absence de lanterne

 

Survie n’est pas vie vraie l’instinct est à changer

Filtre grain de l’ivraie belle âme forte prolonger

 

Lecture du poème: 

Claude Debussy : Clair de Lune, for Piano (Suite Bergamasque No. 3), L. 75/3

Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

(Translation of a Shakespearian Sonnet written originally in Alexandrin in French. See original above or here)

23 February 2017

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A beautiful glacial sun reigns over the plain

The sweet song of birds blessing my emotions

The end of a martial era where sorrow is sovereign

Fruit of my tinsels to be spread in the woods

I was searching for an impartial world that they balanced

The hordes of dark nights and the white torches of the days

Equal Stability between Shadow and Light

I live a swinging world that signs my surroundings

The meaning of the universe takes on the meaning of dust

During these analyses plunging in one’s internal self

From rising to dropping in the direction of the rivers

Sometimes deltas are bogged down in the absence of a lantern

Survival is not true life instinct is to change

Filter wheat from darnel beautiful soul to prolong

Lagrimas – BTribe

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

 

Infinity share as our Hearts unite

Infinity share as our Hearts unite

18 August 2016

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In hidden deep lair lies path to twilight

For the minds of flair guide to lost sunlight

From roots the skies flare to end of the plight

As I lay down hair Times riddle me right

 

The foregone despair concedes to delight

The now vacant chair of forgotten might

We toil to repair in times of respite

The tear and the wear of lifetimes that smite

 

No more shields we bear a token of fight

We will resume care for Future so bright

Gone vanity fair in step of the night

Clear Hearts to compare the gift of the sight

 

When the Truth will bare our Souls to the light

Infinity share as our Hearts unite

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Not Broken – Morcheeba

Blindfold – Morcheeba

Love show – Skye

 

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

14 August 2016

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Come feed me your night in cosmic swirling

In black holes that swoon through tempest of day

Molten sun and moon in my veins blood sway

To rhythm of your flight in the soul twirling

 

Through purple twilight like cloak unfurling

Fresh rains of monsoon sprinkling scent of hay

Nightingales that croon to end of dismay

Your shadow in sight meets toe uncurling

 

Cover my lips sigh with your breath in haze

Birth my frame tremor of drowsy delight

For hearts don’t deny when mind is in daze

 

When the cheeks’ palour shows foregone the fight

Spill in waters high all your sunshine’s glaze

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Meet me by the Water – Rachel Yamagata

 

Walk inside the Light

Walk inside the Light

4 August 2016

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Shadows slant

Towards the Rivers

The hands plant

Morrows growth

The candles renew the Oath

Shedding the darkness

 

I bring Sight

Of Timeless Future

Where we walk

Where we talk

More than Jack and the Beanstalk

Pathways to Heavens

 

Flight to day

Within brittle bones

Transforms me

Lake of tears

I gather compound the fears

Daily inaction

 

They speak Morse

Their signals blinding

Nighttime cries

Soul that sighs

Peaks of Darkness as they rise

Contrasting powers

 

They whisper

Walk inside the Light

All is Grace

Show the Face

Steady is the footstep’s pace

We reach the Gardens

 

Reading of the poem: 

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De Lumière et d’Obscurité – Dark Sanctuary

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