GUÉRIR

A la fontaine de feu

Qui dort dans mes mains ouvertes

Écoutant les feuilles mortes

Transpercer sa chair brûlante

L’oiseau boit la flamme verte Seul témoin de mon espoir

Il jure par le soleil Par la cendre de mes yeux

Par le puits de mes mains blanches

Que je suis sauvée du bruit. Gourmandise d’un silence

Où ma bouche et mon oreille Cueillent un audible fruit Mûri dans la solitude. Gardez-moi de la chanson

Qui tourne au coin de la rue Et de la fille éraillée Qui veut m’appeler sa sœur. Gardez-moi d’un grand amour

Qui trancherait mon courage

Avec un couteau tranquille

Aile aiguisée sur l’azur. Un ami s’en est allé A cheval sur un navire

Au galop vers quel soleil Pas celui de ma fontaine

Trop gris pour lever une aube

A la taille de ses yeux.

Si j’étais morte en rêvant

Rien n’aurait changé de face.

J’avais bien voulu partir

J’ai bien voulu revenir

Revenir à la fontaine

Découvrir la paix prochaine

Où les larmes vont fleurir.

(L’Arbre a Feu : Poemes, Angele Vannier).1950

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Midnight Rain

Rain at Night
Rain at Night (Photo credit: Cat Sidh)

Today I am lonely

 

I do not have a thought in my mind

 

but for my lonesomeness

 

I crave a fellow soul

 

I thirst for sweet passion

 

I am lonely today

 

and I act as a dead poet would

 

I weep at cherished memories

 

I sob at moments lost

 

I want to walk in midnight rain

 

let it soak me

 

let it fill

 

my empty heart.

 

I am lonely today

 

I curse life and wish to die

 

if only I never dreamed,

 

desired,

 

loved.

 

Oh cruel life you may walk past me,

 

But do not look back at the shadow you missed

 

for I no more need you

 

than a  Brahman needs proof of God.

 

I am alone today

 

But the only desired midnight rain falls

 

from my short-sighted eyes.

 

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Perseverance

The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson's The Lo...
The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Note that in the book, it is broken into only two pieces. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All that is gold does not

Glitter,

Not all those who

Wander are lost;

The old that is strong

Does not wither,

Deep roots are not

Reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire

Shall be woken,

A light from the

Shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade

That was broken,

The crownless again

Shall be king.

-J. R. R. Tolkien,(The Fellowship of the Ring)

I love this poem from the book. It has so many different meanings, I think to everyone it means something different, but the theme is perseverance. It is written about Aragon and his fallen Kingdom, but to me it is about hope that one day

The Crownless Shall Be King.

Now I know everyone is  going to think I’m such a loser but I get teary eyed every time I read the Lord of the Rings books. I just love the philosophy in them and I find their “footprints” in almost everything I read. And the fact that I’m an Elf-lover might be another reason.( I heart Legolas) 🙂  I’ll probably end up writing a poem to go with this, that I will post later…

Birth of a Star

Hubble Sees Pinwheel of Star Birth
Hubble Sees Pinwheel of Star Birth (Photo credit: NASA Goddard Photo and Video)

 

I’ll spy the sun

As it engulfs you

In its fiery wings

And glided threads

Weaving elaborate

Patterned figures

Chiseling away on

Your ivory flesh

Leaving only

Echoing halls

Where no soul shall wander

no voices heard

is the old saying true

“When a tree falls in a lonely forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?”

Will you be heard?

Emerging from your burning shell

Remitting your greetings

Vibrating gently

Across the solace sky

Stirring what once was still

Into chaos

Attracting the courtesy

Of all the abyss

For now,

you exist.

Poet’s Prayer

 

To deny my faith

 

Would be denying the truth.

 

Is it possible to deny the blood

 

That streams my veins,

 

With legions of unknown

 

Successors

 

with dreams

 

and hopes

 

and promises

 

made and kept?

 

Can I deny the love

 

For estranged

 

Hearts

 

Whom I wish to please?

 

No

 

No I shall not deny

 

I shall not be proud

 

I shall cower

 

And beg for love

 

Because it takes

 

Only a pure heart

 

to distinguish false from true.