The Sehnsucht poems (17)

The Colour
Of our intertwined dreams
Covering our eyelids
Touching our souls
In  a desire for
Eternity

To read your breath
Suspended at  my greedy lips
An extension
Of my own breath

Blossoming
Melting
In abandon
Never exhausted

In movement among the stars
In the balance of your arms
In the beauty of your look
That marries and dresses my body
Like a poem
I find my own meaning again

A dismantled melody
That needs to be sheltered again
Far from the sleepless nights
Of unchosen sacrifice
Exploding
Like broken glass
On the bleeding ground
Of hours colliding
In confusion and pain

You are
Here
A wholeness
And it is enough to give sense
To all the rest

Life
Circulating

Passionate
Pulsating
Blood


A perfect balance
Between our silences

Between my lungs and yours
Betweeen my words and yours

The treasured 
Golden 
Tenderness
Of your velvet body

My bosom
An overturned ocean
Eager to contain
The beauty of your fever.

The Sehnsucht poems (16)

In a world
Where I do not exist 
Walls are opaque and high
Unreachable
For the eye
As dark and thick
As the most nebulous
Farthest
Galaxies

There
I stand
At the edge
Of a dream
With the taste 
Of a never ending
Pain
On the lips

Flowers
Only
In imagination
With breathtaking
Bright colours
Numerous
And wild
And cherished
Blossoming
In bursting out 
Redness
Translucid 
Water lilies
Floating on 
A quiet pond
My hands 
Unable to reach
The soft riddle of the wind

The strangest
Of all the strangers
Into the enigmatic landscape
Covered up
Nameless
Lovingly
Set aside

Homeless heart
Constantly 
Adjusting
To the unpredictable
Waves of Time
Fragmented
Out of reach
Almighty decider
Holding my life 
In its hands

In a world
Where I do not exist
Windows shine
Like impenetrable
curtains of greyness
Protective fortresses
Invicible and mute
Hiding long talks 
And tender smiles
And maps 
And Tea breaks
And wild flowers 
And cats

Secrets
Behind
The translucid giant
Aquarium

The film
Of someone else's story
Unfolding 
Mercilessly
On a distorted screen

Portraits in frames 
Of timeless mysteries
Hanged onto secret walls

Whispers
Fading into silence
Engulfing the pain
Of a bleeding heart
Into the twirl 
Of an indescribable
Love

The woman with the iron mask

Her face
Could be the moon

Her eyes
Two mute
Passionate skies
Of clearsightedness

Her mouth
A warm and anonymous 
Desire
A darkness
A cry 
Forced
Into a murmur

Trapped 
Inside an armour

Her words
A tempest 
Transfigured

Into a butterfly's flight

 painting by KwangHo Shin

Dusk after Heaven

Wings of silence
After the storm
Caressing
The monotony
Of the rain

Calm oscillation 
Of the windscreen wipers
Imperturbable 
Metronome
Of the heart

Until infinity

A knife
Into the stomach

Monochord melody
In the weariness of a night
Slipping away
Like frayed 
Tears

Drifting

Vowels
In farandole

An algorithm to infinity

Cotton teeth
Hanging in the sky
Like dreamy white waterlilies

The long rigid wire
Unfolding itself 
Tight and impartial

Until tearing
Until desperation
Until breathlessness
And mute storm

Between 
The two 
Passionate harbours
Of our hearts

Rainbow on the pavement

Clouds 
Stretching
On Mozart's waltz
Murmurs
On tiptoe
Shouting your name
At each street corner

Noisy lights and horns of cars
Colored by the quiet rain
Of the city
The multidirectionnal 
Humming of the crowd
Flying busy 
To some unknown places

My tired steps
Longing for the warmth
Of our home

Your Smile
Blooming 
In the night 

The incomparable Beauty
Of a winter dance

Drinking
The softness
Of your 
Tasty fruit
A gift
Blossoming 
In my hands

Your body
A landscape
Where I'll never be lost
The harbour 
Where my heart 
Overflows 
In Red Burning Velvet

Your kisses
Enlightening every dawn
With the troubling sweetness of roses
Dressing each and every night 
With vertiginous delights 
Revealing 
The taste 
Of honey and spices 
Spread
Felt
Embraced
Grasped
And praised
In their almighty dizziness 
Tender and tireless Passion
A neverending travel
Suspended 
On our greedy lips 

The Sehnsucht Poems (11)

By the fact of an obsessive uncertainty, this unbreathable pain was incessantly kept alive. Constantly consumed with grief. Like a hell of iron shards and redness that only the fresh wave of your hand could calm down.

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Par le fait d'un obsessionnelle incertitude, cette irrespirable douleur s'entretenait sans cesse. Eternellement consummée de chagrin. Tel un enfer d'éclats de fer et de rougeur que seule la vague fraîche de ta main pouvait calmer.

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

Winter moon -The Sehnsucht poems (9)

The moon 
Shining like 
A lonely diamond

Your absence
Howling
Under its perfect
Round
Brightness

Tears of cold
Petrification
Containing
A thousand
Dark
Empty
Seconds

A timeless Void
Filled with 
A silent 
Warm
Unwavering
Love

Alchemy ( I absorb the words, the words absorb me)

Words
sculpted
With one's 
Very own breath

Adorned 
With an infinitely precise
Perspicacity


Words
Dressed with fire
Ice
Wind
Or rain

A meeting
With their raw 

Pre-existing
Material

An envelope
Available
Ready to pick
And to be
Deciphered
In its misleading appearance
Behind its perfect and various 

Contours
Looking immutable

So malleable 
However

Blurred
Imperfect
Images


Almost palpable

An urgency
Impatient
To blossom
As a venom
Or a kiss

A temporary sacred dance
An undergoing process
Fastidious
Demanding
Constantly reborn from itself
From each of its gestures
Of its weaving
Of  words

Until
A compromise
Hanging
At the tip
Of the pen

Words

Revealing
Breath

Often
Sunny and light
As sweet as the sap of your lips
On my skin
Sliding along 
my abandoned body 
In a transcendent journey
The one
That I cherish the most
Only at the measure of
The Most sacred Silence

Occasionally splashed 
With thick dark blood

A stream
Pouring
And extending itself
In an hypnotic flow

A ritual
To be brought 
To its completion

A flood
Expanded
Until its flared limits

Ending in thin 
Emptied
Roots

Majestic
Scarlet pain

Finished
Sufficient
Provocative

So terribly 
Absorbed
Anchored
In the whiteness

Infiltrating
Like a burglar

In the refractory cracks

No other way to be
No way to look away
Neither for the eyes 
Nor for the soul

It is a hijack of the words
And we are all the hostages
Of their seductive
Merciless
Skill

Condemned
To their beauty
And their affront

Out of their golden 
Crazed
Bursting shell
Fly away one thousand truths 
Holding the taste of honey
Or poison

Breath
Light and powerful
Revealing the brightness
Of burning embers

The heart
The soul
Know what they contain
Their essence 
Blossoming
On loving lips

An unfolding
Out of somebody else's mouth
These words
Will become
A different journey
They will take new accents
Will open other landscapes

A gift to be perpetuated

Since the moment
My soul and my lips 
Dance with them
They take on this precise light
These specific colours
That never existed before
And that will never be again

Their inner incandescence
Drawn from their purest 
Essence

Weaved in a network of links 
With a shining 
Merciless 
Logic
Taking a unique meaning
Intuitive
Completed

The words
The voice
A bridge
Between the breath of the soul 
And the music of the world

Danielle Baraka (27/12/2015)