Les loups des marais / Wolves of the marshes

Les loups des marais

(Traduit en un shadorma en anglais ci-dessous ou voir ici)

22 avril 2016

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Retourne-moi

Je suis à l’envers

Délicate

Crêpe Georgette

Un tissu de clairvoyance

Tissé sans mensonges

 

Mange-moi donc

Je suis pilule d’or

J’agrémente

L’univers

Je colorie en gris-vert

L’illusion des prés

 

Digère-moi

Je suis en entrailles

Découverte

Lecture braille

Les mots pour extra-sensibles

Livre ouvert en cœur

 

Exsude-moi

Je sue de tes pores

Instinct d’hiver

Rêve printemps

Ma bouche formule bas tes vers

Deux cœurs en dévers

 

Recueille-moi

De ces mares sanglantes

Dénudée

Dévidée

Trois petits-tours et s’en vont

Les loups des marais

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Wolves of the marshes

(Translation of a shadorma written in French, see above or here)

April 22, 2016

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Turn me up

I am upside down

Delicate

Crepe Georgette

A fabric of clairvoyance

Woven without lies

 

Eat me so

I like golden pill

Decorate

Universe

I colour in greyish-green

Meadows illusions

 

Digest me

I am in entrails

Discovery

Reading Braille

Words for extra-sensitives

Open book in heart

 

Exude me

I sweat from your pores

Winter’s guts

Dream of spring

My mouth formulates your verse

Two hearts’ downward slopes

 

Collect me

From these bloody pools

Uncovered

Emptied bare

Three little rounds and they run

Wolves of the marshes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Not Human – Javier Navarrete

Fireflies in the garden – Javier Navarrete

Long long time ago – Javier Navarrete

Down goes the hammer

Down goes the hammer

14 February 2016

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Contrive me

With thoughts of Eden

We frolick

In gardens

Of our own twined creation

Mind’s alienation

 

Conjure me

Through work of magic

Playful lines

Candlelight

Fill me up with soul’s delight

Build our bodies shrines

 

Contour me

Read my forms like braille

Let hair down

Thoughts derail

I will be your favoured clown

Play pantomime’s spree

 

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Demure me

I bow down quite low

Demeanour

Meek habit

In me Alice speaks so slow

Of fading rabbit

 

Endure me

I have words and puns

From pamphlets

Locked in pink

How they sink, oh how they sink

In forgotten ink

 

Inure me

Build my heart’s chambers

With spring’s walls

Flower dance

Emotion of wild that calls

For fairies to prance

 

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Secure me

A shoulder’s warm strength

Show me length

Of stories

Woven in the sun-kissed threads

Of lost golden fleece

 

Tenure me

Nothing has a price

Tag I’m it

Say it thrice

Ownership old all for rent

Down goes the hammer

 

Whole nine yards

Excruciating

Siren’s wake

The legs fake

The needles speak agony

Walking on thin ice

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Life for Rent – Dido

Sand in my shoes – Dido

One man’s dream – Yanni