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La tete dans les etoiles - A head full of stars(scroll down for English)
La tête dans les étoiles
Amarré au quai
Rêve bleu au goût de sel
Un cliché s’envole
A head full of stars
Tied up to the shore
Blue pipe dream, its taste of salt
A cliché takes off
- SophieCT, 17 mai 2013
Challenge Haiku 38 - Little girlYoung, small and fragile
Playing among the flowers
Pure innocence born
*Game of Marbles*Vibrant colours swirl
Glass marbles, small works of art
Lost, no longer mine.
*Cold*Quiet, space has no noise
Cryo-sleep dreamless and cold
Blank faces frozen
Insomnia Through the darkened skies,
light shall flood the plains of sleep.
The sun has risen.
Daylight beckons them,
coaxes dreamers form the deep.
Back to life's prison.
Morning's bright disguise,
holds evil within its keep.
Conscious, they condemn
their minds to be led like sheep.
Copyright © 2013 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
forsaken by loveForever smiling, all your wishes have come true, so you'd like to think
On and on it goes, until it hits you harshly, your dreams turn to dust
Running will not help, it will hunt you far and wide, forcing you to hope
Some say love is good, but if it makes you suffer...is it really good?
Aftermath of tears, any marriage can end bad, should i care at all?
"Knock on wood" they say, does praying help more than that? why no answer yet?
Even as i doubt, after being scourged by love, it beckons me still
Not caring to flee, i walk towards it again, asking for more pain
But maybe this time, it might be diff'rent for me, i think to myself
English Vacation - Part 3Entry 3)
Saturday, April 7th 2012, 9:47
One twenty minutes,
my clock is backwards ticking
for we have finally arrived
in Her Majesty's land.
or at least,
what used to be.
The cool is not
what I would have expected,
but the atmosphere, it seems,
is never changing.
I now reside in a room
unknown to me,
the foreign literature
constantly demanding my attention
while the wooden metronome
shall always bring me home.
I flick at it
Watch as it swings slowly
back and forth... and back again...
The constantly on-beat ticking
is a fine distraction
from my current, hectic life.
...Speaking of which, I must conclude.
With the trials that await me
only a few weeks away,
I must prepare to prevail.
English Vacation - Part 2Entry 2)
Friday, April 6th 2012, 12:55
Form the draft...
As exhilaration ran through us
we too, ran with it.
Running against time
time quickly goes
as you rush towards the next stop.
Flight no.2 begins.
(Looks like we made it just in time!)
The plane has started moving
and (as you can obviously tell)
I have started writing.
We accelerate progressively
until that sudden moment
when seconds turn to minutes
and minutes, hours.
I apologize for my abrupt ending
but - as before - I find myself
having to rush:
The runway lies ahead,
and I wish not to be writing
when it strikes...
English Vacation - Part 1Entry 1)
Friday, April 6th 2012, 11:43
Carve an idea...
of glacial mountains,
I observe from my airborne spot.
Pass from the land of
passion, heat and warfare
and eventually arrive
at my first destination.
My thoughts are tried
by the engine's roar,
(I still can't detach)
my eyes weary
from the night before.
No words, I retire.
Perhaps Concrete's rubbed off on me...Perhaps Concrete's rubbed off on me.
For I seem to find - at certain times -
influx and invasion of my drainéd mind.
A rush of inspiration that clenches me tight
in its iron-clad grip, irresistible might.
And thus I take this muse that stimulates me so,
portray it in my head and find the words to go.
Yet simply to write seems never enough,
so I incorporate image; starting off with the rough
I begin to shape - an outline in bold,
my first matter at hand. As the cold
feel of the pen urges me onward with haste,
I design and I write, leaving no words for waste
until, eventually my deed is done.
My project is formed and the battle is won.
Yet I - the victor - am still left to wonder
what aroused this unique feel for the yonder
unknown side of poetry... Shape and formation...
What sudden vision, what fascination?
I thus recall my first attempt at said poetry.
How the shaping of this "person" filled me with such glee.
Realisation hits me, and now I can see...
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