Of voices fading
6 June 2017
Strumming rains
In burrows of snow
The voice low
In echo
Ringing sharp through the remains
Minutes of my pains
Story tells
You, me and the wells
Stony walls
Meet my gaze
I wake up the night in daze
Of stars encircling
Seconds cling
To my bones marrow
Blue sparrow
Hunting grounds
Memories lost in the sounds
Of voices fading
Reading of the poem:
Take My Leave Of You – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan
The Final Chapter – Ólafur Arnalds
Epilogue – Ólafur Arnalds
Swallowing the stars
16 May 2017
The perched birds
Chirp to wilderness
Expanding
Contracting
Bridges cross nearing the ring
Dilation in fork
Burst the cork
Bottled amnesia
Opens wide
Onward ride
Memories whispering bees
My token honey
World aflame
The light none will tame
Conquered hours
Blooming flowers
The Heart in mind bending bars
Swallowing the stars
Reading of the poem:
Pure of Heart – Bvdub
All These Moments Are Blue Type – Bvdub
So far from Home – Bvdub
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Dans la gloire qui périt dans les cendres de nos urnes
(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan en vers Alexandrin. Traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
13 janvier 2017
De la lune nous voyons amas de faces obscures
De mille plaines érigées étendard argenté
De la veine essuyons larmes rouges en zébrures
Les faiblesses fustigées pâle sentier arpenté
Lendemains nous fuyons, points de croix en suture
De ces pages rédigées en mémoires présentées
En veine cave appuyons des doux cœurs écorchure
Les voltiges dirigées en falaises serpentées
Récolte-moi des abimes dans des terres désolées
Quand la nuit s’assombrit dans les pensées nocturnes
De nos souvenirs sublimes en presqu’îles isolées
Ravive lueur qui luit dans nos sursauts diurnes
Remontée des vieilles cimes en terrains décalés
Dans la gloire qui périt dans les cendres de nos urnes
Lecture du poème:
In glory perishing in ashes of our urns
(Translation of a poem written as a Occitan sonnet in Alexandrin. See original above or here)
13 January 2017
From the moon we now see clusters of dark faces
Thousand plains erected like a silvery flag
From the vein we will wipe a criss-cross of red tears
Weakness castigated pale pathway travelled through
The morrows that we flee, patchwork of cross stitches
From these pages written in memories displayed
On cava vein let’s press the sweet hearts abrasion
The directed vaulting into the winding cliffs
Harvest me from abyss in the desolate lands
When the night will darken in the nocturnal thoughts
From our sublime memories in lone peninsulas
Revive glimmer that shines in our diurnal jolts
Rise of old mountain tops in the staggered terrains
In glory perishing in ashes of our urns
Reading of the poem:
Halfway out of the Dark – Aesthesys
Sailing to Byzantium – Aesthesys
I am Free that is why I am Lost – Aesthesys
Snowfall
1 September 2016
Snowfall streaks
Remnants of ashes
Softly fall
Like garlands
Forming on my face islands
Of memories of you
Snowfall speaks
Bitter reckonings
Dissolved slow
In passing
The Time wound back trespassing
The unholy gates
Snowfall reeks
Of unwritten rhyme
Hours spent
Pantomime
Desecrating unseen strings
Renewing the wings
Reading of the poem:
Ashes and snow – Gregory Colbert recited by Laurence Fishburne (English), Ken Watanabe (Japanese), and Enrique Rocha (Spanish)
Once upon a Sway
30 June 2016
It happened
Once upon a sway
South to North
Made its way
Happenchance cooked up the mess
The ease to undress
I knew him
Like palm knows fingers
Crossed my Heart
With his Art
Trending beauty that lingers
Like listless humming
He said soft
Words that made no sense
They knocked me
Out senseless
“The promise of your womb dear
Feels like Paradise”
Unabashed
We flew through the lies
Bottom up
In and out
Like silk stockings discarded
Upon tiny racks
It was done
Like a yearly deed
Fault to none
Bear no strife
We recollect like treasures
Narrow shelves of Life
It happened
Once upon a sway
Dimly lit
Memories
They swell up from long ago
Like scene from a No
Reading of the poem:
The Journey – Vadim Kiselev
The Day After – Vadim Kiselev
Une autre Vie – Vadim Keselev
Melting gold
12 June 2016
I composed
A song of perhaps
You and I
Eternal
A pair of humming birds free
Flight in the night’s sky
Decomposed
Flesh flung back at me
Bitter truth
Of this realm
The vanishing sweet corpses
Locked in death’s embrace
Illusion
Of mortality
Sank my heart
Then I heard
The voices singing the song
They sang beyond Time
Fading chant
Infused with the Love
Survived flesh
Burnt afresh
Cinders of memories flew
Back into motion
Emotion
Fanned by raging flames
Rekindled
The soul’s spark
If you hear not then do hark
Rising phoenix sings
You and I
Rotating dust specks
Settled in
Deep within
Where the core burgeoned again
Into soft petals
Purple bloom
On tree of whispers
Endless hum
Fills our cores
Deep in nooks of heart that stores
Carefree melodies
Ethereal
We rise through the airs
Whiff of scent
Hearts unbent
Pollinized sparkles of sun
Forming the true shape
Liquid frame
It rises from meld
Of the fires
Melting gold
Into crevices of rain
Eternal sunshine
Reading of the poem:
Alchemist – Rumi
Where all is music – Rumi
The great Mystery – Rumi
Chirping birds
8 April 2016
When time comes
Back to the basics
The soul flocks
Remembrance
A tale of the pale gridlocks
That restricted Heart
What once was
Dissolved in nothing
Mere shadow
Of its might
With distance comes stronger sight
The age sets optics
Dioptric
Play on geometry
Focal point
Wavering
Youth but stubborn myopic
Prolonging blindness
Coarse regret
Now a grinning clown
Lips stretched pink
Heart goes down
Wandering with centipedes
No mind that impedes
Soothing air
Courses through my lungs
Wane threads stir
Clouds that sink
The knots in tips of the fir
As it battles skies
Hark now hear!
Through their constant cries
Chirping birds
Remind us
Of the roots that bore the tree
Taller than lifetimes
Reading of the poem:
The birds on my window sill and on the tree neighbouring my window:
Simply You – Secret Garden
Running in pace with Ghost runaway train
10 March 2016
The memories of you falling like dark rain
Illusion of white light between its strands
Lost hope’s perfusion as clamour the hands
The chest distorted staccato of pain
Motionless like dream’s running I remain
Grouped atoms in me form nerve that disbands
Particles of sorrow in sunken sands
Running in pace with Ghost runaway train
I scattered your blood acquired in globes
From depths of the Lake where you swam alone
Brought me mock pearls to decorate earlobes
They say sirens with them their chests adorn
Their tongues a mist, their hands a sailor’s probes
Their hearts like Lilith forever turned stone
Reading of the poem:
The starlit jewel – Broceliande
Galadriel’s Lament – Broceliande (Margaret Davis)
Lay of Nimrodel – Broceliande (Margaret Davis)
The passage of sunken Time
26 February 2016
Scorching skies
Lighting up the night
Blazing warmth
Red heavens
Colours fusing in opposed
One and Contrary
Life arbitrary
Chancing upon smoke
Smoldering
Ashes strewn
Within the logs that we poke
Memories of havens
Black ravens
Announce the coals’ path
Floundering
Souls in flight
Flames licking as they quiver
Suspended visions
Revisions
Crossing out the tides
Backward seas
Stenciled hope
Carbon copy as I grope
In empty insides
The ice melts
Rivers of wonder
Heartbeats’ light
White thunder
Northern star that sets me right
As the space rock pelts
Pick pieces
Cherry on the cake
As I slice
Life’s relish
I often have the same dish
Served stale in arrears
Break the fears
We breathe in circles
Our echoes
Drums beating
The passage of sunken Time
Handing heart I mime
Reading of the poem:
Images courtesy youtube.com
Wardruna Naudir
Wardruna – Völuspa
Wardruna – Bjarkan
Wardruna – Helvegen
You must be logged in to post a comment.