Day: February 12, 2016

Regret to rehearse

Geetha B Curse, Dreams, Future, Heart, Mind, Past, Poetry, Shadorma, Uncategorized

Regret to rehearse

12 February 2016

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The memory

Pregnant with silence

Fluttering

Inside heart

There is a fork where we part

Twining in futures

 

They speak soft

Of renewed endings

Rising high

Skidding fast

I lurch beyond my own past

Of broken treasures

 

Unchained hymns

Sing to my bosom

Chances slim

Where I meet

The tidings of our defeat

Suspended in air

 

The waves roll

Breaking on the shores

Where they flee

Thoughts that breathed

Invented by you and me

A world sprawled hopeful

 

We kill dreams

Mindless death’s tailors

Sewing firm

Soul will squirm

We merely tighten the seams

Threads pins and scissors

 

My mind blank

A throbbing beat haunts

Heart that sank

Into spleen

While everyday wiping clean

Memory of the taunts

 

Careless hands

They shuffle shaking

A loose deck

Where cards curse

Folly of their own making

Regret to rehearse

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Clair de lune – Claude Debussy

Sirenes. Claude Debussy

La cathédrale engloutie – Claude Debussy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAVyKDDsM3s

Scattered breath

Geetha B Blue, Life, Poetry, Shadorma, Snow, Soul, Uncategorized

Scattered breath

12 February 2016

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Does it speak

Of broken morrows

The stilled mind

Chilling Heart

Polar experiences

Lurking in the dark

 

I gather

Twigs and worn pages

All fire warmth

Chimneys smoke

Fading thoughts that I invoke

A life pressed in blue

 

I blow hard

Rekindling ashes

Under the grey

Red simmers

Volcanic eruptions bleed

What once could have been

 

There is dust

On my fingertips

Raging winds

That mouth quips

Lift but the blinding spent sands

Leaving million more

 

I shake snow

In glass of seconds

White my slate

Empty store

There is nothing in slain grains

No yeast to raise bread

 

Dancing queen

Shimmers with the shake

As I rake

Garden leaves

With lost stories my chest heaves

Untold for undead

 

Scattered breath

Gathers me within

Chest heaving

Soul cleaving

Remnants of threads strewn across

Rosary and cross

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song to the Moon – Antonín Dvořák

Dvorak – Humoresque

Dvorak – Romance for piano and violin, Op.11

Dvorak – Sinfonia dal Nuovo mondo – Allegro con fuoco

Dvorak: String Quartet No. 12 in F major, “American” – II. Lento

Antonín Dvořák – New World Symphony Op. 95 – Largo

Hidden treasures – Antonín Dvořák – Serenade for strings in E major (1876) – II. Tempo di valse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IyunGfAmeY

Les danses solennelles insipides à plaire / The solemn dances insipid to please

Geetha B Dance, Death, Italian Sonnet, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized , , , , , , , , , ,

Les danses solennelles insipides à plaire

(English translation below)

12 février 2016

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Mémoire de pâleur visiter Honfleur

Définir sous vide de loi de cœur pris

Dormir sous l’égide d’un esprit farceur

Inaltérable fleur démise en survie

 

Un soupçon de leurre attiser clameur

Etouffer le guide de mes folles envies

Enlacer les rides surprendre douleur

Faire de spleen tuteur éteindre chaleur

 

Il n’est point de sœur à l’âme qui s’élève

De sueurs mortelles naît abécédaire

Frapper pour des heures sur i qui se lève

 

Rengaines éternelles oublis suicidaires

Raconter le cœur et vivre comme je crève

Les danses solennelles insipides à plaire

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Rough translation into a sonnet in English

 

The solemn dances insipid to please

February 12, 2016

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Memory’s pallor visiting Honfleur

Defining under vacuum of law of heart taken

Sleeping under the aegis of a prankster spirit

Unalterable flower dislocated survival

 

A hint of misguiding to stir outcry

Smothering guide of my wildest desires

Hugging wrinkles and surprising pain

Making spleen a tutor and dowsing warmth

 

There is no sister to the soul that rises

From deadly sweats definitions are born

Hitting for hours on the i that rises

 

Eternal tunes suicidal forgetfulness

Speaking the heart and living the way I die

The solemn dances insipid to please

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Camille Saint-Saëns – Danse Macabre

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM