Over the Himalayas (October 2016)

Over the Himalayas (October 2016)
Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas

jeudi 4 février 2016

Inside a raindrop - The Sehnsucht poems (10)


A light breeze
A wild wind
Threatening of amnesia
The ordered letters 
Of a first name

In an invisible rigor
Methodically erasing 
One by one
The signification
Of their essence

Words
Silenced
Scattered
Docile and quiet
On tip-toe
To avoid disturbing
The order of the world
In an impeccable consistency
An irreproachable mechanical

I am

I was 

Engraved in this world
Syllable by syllable
A song  that resonates
In dignity

For an instant
A quick breath 
Then 
Regular and calm
Until the recognition of myself

Gently sculpted by the wind
The years
The visions
And the doubts
The many certainties 
Swollen with
Uncertainties

Until

A hurricane
Submerges my shores

Giving birth
To a thousand bright suns
On my sleepy skin

Love
To overflowing
Until nausea
until sore dizinness

Until 
Paradise found again

Until 
Silence

Sacrifice
Of a raindrop
The struggling prisonner
of a rainbow of pain

Not to become
A shadow
Or a Soul
Without a name

Methodically
Removed
With tact
And precaution

My father's name
Sacrificed in echo
In an uncertain forgiveness


Pen 
Inflamed
Scribbler
Dazzled by terrible visions 
Of truth
Ideas and words
Going round in circles

No exit permitted

A raindrop in the ocean
Of the sensual feminine multitude
The unmentionable 
Fantasies
Clinging to such 
A charming dance

Muffled murmurs
On a flayed heart

Whispers 
Dispersed
Into a thousand poetic echoes
Toward  attentive and blind ears 
Staring at the blurred horizon
Of a world 
In which I am 
An outcast

Suffocated cries of love
Disguised
Betrayed
Reduced
To an allegory

To a parody 
Of themselves

Censored ink stains 
On  a ruby red mouth
Unreadable
Signs
Plotted by
A tired pen
Running
Without illusions

The price to pay
For seeing
The price to pay
For Knowing

Digging without respite
In the interstices of the sheet




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