Posts Tagged "Poetry"

Atomic fracture

Posted by yseult on Oct 24, 2008 in Personal

Feeling the loss of a thing you never had,
every day, every hour of every passing moment,
breathing in your every move,
weighing on every look turned to the future,
turned to the solid grounds,
turned to everyone but me.

It’s like a coat of arms that’s rusted in the sun,
while others happened and no clouds were near.

The best days are unexpected, unplanned, untainted,
while life happened all around, away and elsewhere.

It’s like dying every day, and losing every night,
to feel the loss of something unexpected and unknown.

A mourning without end and a wake that has no send off.

It’s like the death of a stone, unseeming and unreal,
like being splintered into the smallest piece that wouldn’t fit
in any hand or any life.

Nothing lost and nothing gained.

And yet, you’re dying everyday anew.

Dawn

Posted by yseult on Oct 17, 2008 in Poetry

We’ve walked through the fire and the ice it created.
How many hearts have we broken in the process,
how many liars called by their names?
How many treasons shifted into promises,
and how many voices silenced?

‘Failure is not an option’

How much have we torn ourselves apart,
blown ourselves into oblivion
and rose back from the rubble,
only to start all over again?

When there are no solutions, no options,
no sunlight to reach down into the desolated plains
of misery and desperation,
when there was nobody offering even the smallest
money of their trust for us to buy our laughs,
when there was nothing left…

… there always was more…
you… me… something to say, something to cry about,
something to share, something to care and the only
thing we lost were our enemies.

And while we did wander the stretches of our imagination,
alone, and the beaches of heartache loved turned once more over,
changing their names and appearances through constant waves,
someone amongst us smiled and not you nor me could see it or even feel it.

They say that the night is darkest in the minutes just before the dawn.

Cathédrale d’amour

Posted by yseult on Aug 13, 2008 in Poetry

Te voir, te regarder.
Construire chaque jour,
chaque heure,
chaque minute,
comme une cathédrale,
menée par un savoir arcane,
perdu il y a des ères,
tombé dans le fonds
de toute chose.

Te regarder, te voir.
Voué par l’heure,
tendu pour rire,
chambre après chambre,
d’une maison indissoluble
par le temps,
solidifiée par le passé,
illuminée par les étincelles
d’un futur
construit jour par jour,
heure par heure,
minute par minute.

Un cathédrale de lumières et de rires éternels.

La Précieuse

Posted by yseult on Aug 13, 2008 in Poetry

Rallume mon coeur de milles morts,
quand le moment sera opportun,
quand le jour sera bien,
quand je ne serais plus qu’une goutte,
plus qu’une mémoire,
une brillance
de tout ce qui aurait dû être,
tout ce que nous aurions dû voir
et tout ce qui aurait pu me faire vivre.

Rallume mon coeur de mille mots,
comme des étincelles,
dans une feu trop brûlant,
des pierres blanches
dans une rivière trop profonde.

Qu’aurons-nous fait de nous,
un jour dans ce future qui jamais
ne franchira la dernière frontière
entre ici, maintenant et une fois, là?

Qu’aurons-nous dit
à ceux qui autrefois nous demandèrent,
et maintenant se taisent?

Aurons-nous eu assez de tout et de rien?

Rallume mon coeur
qui finalement a fini de battre dans tes mains nues.
Après tant de peurs et tant de pleurs.
Après le dernière mot et la dernière larme.

Symphony

Posted by yseult on Aug 12, 2008 in Philosophy and Pop Culture, Poetry, Writing

When do we really dare to know, dare to care?
There is a silent whisper whenever the clouds separate themselves,

torn apart by insensitive finger of windy heights,
blown to the extremes of this world,

a whisper that prolonged and minded, speaks of eternity.

With words that no language can bear nor hold,
a symphony of continuous harmony,
creating ever on, like the waves that continue to roll

one after the other, into and onto this land,
into my heart and your eyes.