Oh les mots creux! Le vide, les viles formules! Alignement de lignes dénuées de style Alexandrins convenus que tu reformules Marquant ton peu d'esprit dans tes rimes futiles Pitié pour les orfèvres des mots, de la plume Ou ceux qui les forgent au marteau, à l'enclume Pour ceux dont ton fumier enterre les poèmes Enfouis... Continue Reading →
Photo by Edmund Lou on Unsplash You the poor, the weak, the orphanThe simple minded, the infantThe elderly, the immigrantYou, the black sheep and the black swan Our Lords and our Masters Let the board sound Rabih
And what remains to be undone Photo by Hussain Badshah on Unsplash The other side, mirror of faithful slaveryOf the fool who blossomed on unfaithful favorsNow paying dearly, hoarding ages in a dayAnd living merely through the days, not the ages For a fool is slave not only to his follyHe is bound by the illusions of those... Continue Reading →
And the matching season — Remembering those who left Photo by Kyle Larivee on Unsplash Farewell dance of rust and wind ushering the blightWhirling down gold and copper threads, disrobing treesPrecious beads washed ashore in waves of paling lightAutumn leaves swirling in a cold November breeze Amber leaves and golden seeds in a final questWelcome sweet melancholy in... Continue Reading →
A poem, what else... A poem be it told or kept hidden withinIs balm to feelings scorched or sword to gloating sinIts fire purifies the souls to be redeemedIt’s honey to the heart longing to be relieved Blessed is the poet for even he be slain,To dust his body turns but his poems remainHe may... Continue Reading →
The Idea Sounding Board 