eno birthday

e_
no birthday for the last tree cut
fell on the way
stop, father stop!
look around but
do not say
where you would better like
to stay

e_
no birthday for the last wind blown
shut, the candle
stands alone
all eyes and mouth wide open
the twisting child has frozen
shouts deep in its throat,
dozens!

e_
no birthday for the last drop drowned
from above
rolls way down
the long chalky face of a clown ;
the wagon won't any further
go pass the river
so bake no cake
Gepetto

eno me no more
one's some for all

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'pavupapri'

tiniak © 2008 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK

 

 

 

 

has already welcomed me

--what about you, ay?

Who Knew? - The Colors of Love

de retour d'Outre-Manche - j'ai fait vite, hein ? je vous rapporte ces quelques lignes et ce tableau trouvé sur "Who Knew?" pour un post intitulé 'Colors of Love'. en voici le texte original, auteure : Veronica ROMM.

 

The fresh green of the grass.

Your touch on my skin.

Our limbs entwined on the park lawn

as the breeze blows around us.

Hearts are dancing again.

 

The crisp blue of the water.

Your touch on my skin.

Waves crashing around us.

It is love we’ve been granted and

We have both given in.

 

The leaves falling yellow, orange, and red.

Wanting your touch on my skin.

I am chilled, dry to the bone,

Where have you been?

 

The red roaring fire.

Feeling your touch on my skin.

Snow falling outside the window

while you’re keeping me warm,

Yet now only in this dream.

Copyright ©2008 Veronica ROMM 

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et ma correspondance...

verte, ma main dans ton pot
verse
de l'eau
le printemps, bientôt

l'or, ange
coule des statues bien étranges
que l'été en ronde range

ce qui bouge
dans la furie rouge
de l'automne embrasé
pardi, mes pieds

le froid n'est pas blanc, mais bleu
disent tes yeux
à l'hiver malheureux

© 2008 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK