Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite / Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6 septembre 2016

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Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets

Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux

Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux

De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets

 

Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets

De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux

De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux

En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets

 

Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite

Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers

J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites

 

Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite

Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

 

Lecture du sonnet: 

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Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)

September 6, 2016

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The pain that is erased in series of hiccups

To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past

The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum

Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets

 

The memories misplaced images in latches

Are the memory’s sham in my aching body

From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous

In advanced cross weary residents of cafés

 

Resource in me the flame resurrection denied

From sores that are piling a deformed illusion

I would raise the quatrains to newly found places

 

Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version

The music of cellos for heart in two verses

Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Stonemilker – Björk

Lionsong – Björk

Unravel – Björk

 

Frozen chants curdling

Frozen chants curdling

24 July 2016

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Sinking ships

Into oblivion

They seep slow

Like white ink

Inverted Chinese painting

Drawing my heart’s lines

 

The winter

Crawled up in my spring

In Ending

Beginning

Unreachable changeling

Historical rhymes

 

Church bell chimes

My viscosity

Seeping through

Praying knees

The hands sunken thunderbolts

In altars’ steep wells

 

Woodcutter

My proud branches fells

I am tree

High in skies

The clouds whisper to me sighs

Of forgotten times

 

Withered leaves

Count pages’ rustle

As the ground

Gathers bunch

Avid jaws of Time now crunch

Remnants of my bark

 

They will me

Frozen chants curdling

Upon lips

Lost in pleas

The chest heaving with the wheeze

Renewed consumption

 

Reading of the poem: 

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You are my Winter – Dillon

The Unknown – Dillon

Texture of my Blood – Dillon

Tragedy will become me never more

Tragedy will become me never more

27 August 2015

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Your heart and mine would play an Opera

Tragedy will become me never more

Light as feathers hearts would forever soar

Just like Love in the Time of Cholera

 

Deadly beauty I was your chimera

Bellerophon my forms would yet adore

Light of Love in beating heart the Truth bore

Transforming ancient beauty of Mithra

 

Redemption, sweet peals of child’s laughter swell

Kings bowed and the unborn sang of solace

Golden words weaving path into Heart dwell

 

We walk side by side death shies from our Grace

Joyful church bells unearthed the dreaded knell

Of buried past transcended by Heart’s space

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