Eye gathered lilies
22 February 2020
Daffodils smiled slight
Aligned in metastasis
The wind stroked rivers
Peeping through hedges
Walking into his footsteps
March blossoms shone through
Return of my King
Senses locked on to his strides
Eye gathered lilies
Reading of the poem:
“Exaltation” from the album Lamentation of Swans: A journey towards silence – Azam Alii and Loga Torkian
Du retour des refrains en terre ceinte des toujours
(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
30 août 2016
Le cœur prête de l’entrain au voyage des longs jours
Entre ponts et tunnels variations sur placements
Miser sur route en train de siffler le long cours
Découvertes sentinelles désarment mes parements
La bouche s’embourbe pétrin grandiloquents discours
S’inventer ritournelles de l’esprit égarements
Du retour des refrains en terre ceinte des toujours
Promesses sempiternelles diluées en lavements
Baptême des eaux vidées des particules de saint
L’enfant dans le miroir érige des cathédrales
Les poissons évidés un repas pour Toussaint
Racler fonds de tiroir voies vidées intégrales
Alchimies débridées découvertes en mon sein
Etendard en mouroir métastases théâtrales
Lecture du poème:
J’ai tout oublié – Marc Lavoine & Christine Marocco
On return of chorus to circled always land
(Translation into English of a poem written in French under Occitan sonnet form. See original above or here)
August 30, 2016
The heart lends some spirit to travel of long days
From bridges to tunnels investments variations
To bet upon a road whistling along the course
The discovered sentries disarm my ornaments
The mouth is mired trouble in grandiloquent speech
Inventing itself tunes of the mind’s wanderings
On return of chorus to circled always land
The endless promises diluted enemas
Baptism of waters emptied of saints’ aura
The child in the mirror erects the cathedrals
The cleaned out fish become a meal for Halloween
To scrape pits of drawers fully emptied highways
Unbridled alchemy discovered in my breast
Banner of the hospice metastasis theatre
Reading of the poem:
Strange fruit – Billie Holiday
Solitary Dream
28 March 2016
She roams Earth
In illusion’s frame
Her pace slow
Her Heart still
Her staff semblance of Oceans
Waters toil uphill
From afar
He divides waters
Promised lands
Splitting sands
Temples of the past resurge
From deepest callings
More says less
Concern with banal
Convention
Mere boredom
A whipping cane for the sane
Tripping on folly
Like cancer
Silent ills resume
Throbbing growth
Pervasion
Body’s short persuasion
Dying in white noise
Connection
Metastasis cure
Journey’s end
Stepping point
Like Siamese from head joint
Ad-libbing the words
Anchor me
The waters rise high
My ship sways
With the storms
I have lived beyond the norms
Of daily winters
I see gleam
Solitary Dream
It shines through
Lost lighthouse
Promises of forgiveness
New found tenderness
Reading of the poem:
Dream – Peruquois
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