lundi 13 octobre 2014
samedi 11 octobre 2014
samedi 20 septembre 2014
vendredi 12 septembre 2014
dimanche 31 août 2014
vendredi 29 août 2014
mardi 29 avril 2014
Rebirth
Rebirth
I am stranded in my
migraine
In the darkness of my
room
Entombed, enwombed
Reduced to sensations
Pounded by the
pulsing of my blood
Beating through my
temples
Like caged wings of a
bird
But I know time will
Deliver me back
To what
I am
vendredi 18 avril 2014
mercredi 19 mars 2014
My Wasteland
MY
WASTELAND
April is
not the cruellest month.
I would
welcome lilacs springing
from my barren soil.
But the
buds wither before opening,
the earth is dry and barren,
the drops too few and meagre.
The wells
are dry, the towers crumble
in Syria and Ukraine.
I listen
for the thunder but
no voice comes to me.
My soul
lies fallow and I long
for the fruitful years,
in this violet hour.
19 March 2014
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