Women

Mort d’un cygne

Geetha B Amour, Femmes, Poèmes, Poems, Women

Mort d’un cygne

19 décembre 2013

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Blanc de nacre si vivifiant

Fraîcheur à jamais égalée

Nu doux pâleur s’exposant

De tout temps demi-vérité

 

Un pas deux trois refaisant

Six en dix temps dévoilée

Vol ne vient qu’après élan

Ailes battant bleue liberté

 

Lourd de corps s’assumant

Poids de retenue las inhibé

Frêle de vrai le retrouvant

Cou croix blancheur exhibé

 

Blanc de jour le mortifiant

Halte là un geste trop zélé

Ailes déployées se fermant

Enferment en soi rêve ailé

 

Las le pas en demi-devers

Entre le doute malheureux

Fastes réels en mot de vers

Résistants en trompe cieux

 

Bat la mesure en toc pivert

D’un écrit rouge amoureux

Bois de sec lui repeint vert

Temps d’un en fin de deux

 

Réveil chancelant d’Univers

Un pour un et l’être heureux

Deux de trois pas en arrière

Silence clôt de cygne le vieux

 

J’ai écouté un soir d’hiver

Un chant de cygne glorieux

Et comme dans un fait divers

Mort il gisait à mes yeux

Tell me you were here

Geetha B Amour, Blogs, Femmes, Life, Love, Poèmes, Poems, Uncategorized, Women

Tell me you were here

1 December 2013

you were here

A last sorrowful parting kiss

Pale are your cheeks

And darkened your eyes

Before grey of death blinds them

What dark magic? You are no more

.

You are no more but were

At the brink of every memory

Beyond my wildest dreams

A brief fleeting moment

Captured in my loving gaze

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You were but now are no more

A thought flutters in mind

Of your dark hair a field of chaos

Strewn close on my cushion to taste

Of your sighs I avidly drank

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A chain rattled and locked inside

Clearing the mere memory of you

Dawn white brings to mind something

That long ago made me quiver

But were you really here?

Sorte demain

Geetha B Femmes, Poèmes, Poems, Uncategorized, Women

Sorte demain

26 janvier 2013

pétales tombent2

Une à une toutes les pétales tombent

Sur un champ de vieux rêves éventrés

Demain encore c’est à moi qu’il incombe

De démêler laçages enchevêtrés

 

Un à un les souvenirs s’estompent

Dans une mémoire de vide calfeutré

Avec la peur mes entrailles rompent

Du passé émerge un seul pas feutré

 

Un lien souverain qui mémoire trompe

De vie d’antan laisse un goût excentré

Deuil du nouveau et funèbres pompes

Tout est du rien en chemin rencontré

 

Bravant à vie et la houle et la trombe

Et le sort jouant sur peau défeutrée

Repos du guerrier en spatiale tombe

Diadème emblème en sort stellaire vautré

And the mirror crack’d

Geetha B Poems, Women

And the mirror cracked

17 July 2012

Sun setting high in realms of darkness

With moon in silver coat would collide

A coach with frothing horses to harness

On a lonely road would quiver and glide

∞

Unseen strings bind a carriage so bleak

In eerie symphony of an unknown pace

Melody to spur fear in a heart so weak

A requiem of the most uncanny grace

∞

Look a look wasted in the face of glory

With withered wings that sun do dart

And as would fate then unfold the story

Of an empty shell that soul would part

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Onward journey to the edge of unreal

Where lightning tamed slowly wanders

And the mirror cracked so as to conceal

The burgeoning of oncoming wonders

 

In the stillness of my heart

Geetha B Femmes, Life, Poems, Women

In the stillness of my heart

17 June 2012

 

 

Noises in throat beating

To the tune of parched lips

Reach my throbbing ear

As a spell of quiet I whisper

A glimpse of memory fleeting

Of past hair falling in wisps

My throat is all I can hear

Voice down to a whimper

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In recognition of a sunbeam

Waning on the shores yonder

I walk to ray of light glimmering

Lighting the darkness of a past

Fading back under the gleam

Of many a bedazzling wonder

As a lark in heart starts to sing

To the pulse of a beat steadfast

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In the garden of tomorrow

Many a joyous bell crisp rings

Toiling uphill a journey of life

Along the path I tread, I hasten

I walk casting past sorrow

Towards new beginnings

As the air in scent turns rife

Leaving sands that quicken

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In the stillness of my heart

A pace of tomorrow treads

Softly, gingerly avoiding angles

I tread rewriting a new slate

Towards a day to never part

As I walk on, my heart leads

With utmost care lest it tangles

With threads of another fate

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I count my blessings

Geetha B Life, Poems, Women

I count my blessings

8 March 2012

Winds blew once so strong in my face

With many a chilly thud in their race

Towards shutters that shrank inside

As my very thoughts they would hide

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A rise from some deeper fall in disgrace

As this my very core one did misplace

Yet within, remnants of an older pride

Took stillness to peak of a rising tide

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Sanctifying thoughts that burn within

A faith glows from ashes strewn thin

The shepherd forever his lamb guards

Through the thistles, thorns and shards

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Walk on sweet lamb shedding thy skin

Forever healing as your soul you’d win

From a game not unlike a hand of cards

As skinned hide a cloud of soul discards

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I count within my bosom my blessings

In manner of daily quiet happenings

In caress of tree that softly whispers

In shimmers of a light that murmurs

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I count within my shell my blessings

In rapture of mine redeemed wings

In resolute end of fall that hampers

In awe of feathers growing from furs

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In memoriam

Geetha B Life, Poems, Women

In memoriam

11 February 2012

 

Silence for a tombstone becomes her

As wane heartbeats struggle for sound

In muffled world that no beat can spur

While dark ink skulks and floats around

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Words drop a drop come forth in patter

I watch them as they form, spellbound

From inky droplets shaping into matter

As their echo in my head does resound

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Drop-a-drop oozing like forcible chatter

Hesitant, meek as they drop to be found

Yesterday a vein full that would splatter

Today a dried-up puddle on the ground

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Drip-by-drip goes the painful murmur

Memory’s trail helps a ruthless hound

A tune to sing with dark voice in a slur

In memoriam a music box I unwound

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In the beginning

Geetha B Life, Love, Poems, Women

In the beginning

6 February 2012

 

Cheek in the ground, ashes to ashes

Splintered life most lived in flashes

Body’s weight to ground smashes

Red ink on frail body splashes

Wane light despair squashes

Hands clasped, it is not over

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Time may stretch yet here it shrinks

Yearning to reach forever’s brinks

From a myriad of missing links

Living is but a few stolen winks

The captain with his boat sinks

Though sailor’s hope will hover

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Gather with me so many a loose hair

As whirlwinds collect more despair

Stranded in this dark empty lair

While minds a heavy soul impair

So expect not a fate to be fair

Destiny is but a fickle cover

§

Autumn renewed face rosy to flaunt

Summer a shade of yellow did haunt

Spring witnessed a cheek so gaunt

Winter in two minds would taunt

Yielding everything I could want

In the beginning time was a lover

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Forgotten face

Geetha B Love, Poems, Women

Forgotten face

30 January 2012

The bosom in starry content

Yields promises of wonders

To infinity love does consent

A still heart never wanders

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To the core of me leads no trail

My truth lies hidden in stark light

And though the soul seems frail

It shall not sink without a fight

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Hope may flicker ever so thin

Though its words stay unsaid

For peace comes from within

Yet steely lies the way ahead

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A mask for yet a day to wear

Stolen from past blissful place

A pretense to bear and tear

A residue of a forgotten face

Multiply me in love

Geetha B Love, Poems, Women

Multiply me in love

25 January 2012

 

Multiply me in love

To the tune of tomorrow’s songs

To the mind that never belongs

To the unspoken hiss of sadness

To the fever of every madness

To the grass that banishes yellow

To the heart of a weeping willow

∞

Multiply me in love

To the forever uncanny ending

To time’s unrelenting mending

To hope flickering, slight yet crisp

To the ailing and falling dark wisp

To the stillness of the entrance

To the emptiness of all penance

∞

Multiply me in love

To a time stored tight in yesteryear

To the end of this bottomless fear

To the hidden realms of forgiveness

To restored familiar wilderness

To a story whispered in a charm

To the remorseless bite of harm

∞

Multiply me in love

For as the flowers in a garden bloom

Unbeknownst to beckoning gloom

In the frenzy of meaningless acts

Of bodily though unearthly facts

In the blindness of a lover’s gaze

Raising a glass to destiny’s haze

I eat I

∞