I am no poet, but have recently started writing poetry. I am a lover of nature, yoga, meditation and love. I am French, and have lived in Edinburgh, Scotland, for the past 15 years.
The rose bush The fierce wind blows, yet the dew won't dry On the petals of the lone rose blossom. Sparse thorns stand raw, achy reminders Of the wondrous lost dream of yesterday, When the two golden birds sat on this branch Staring into the infinite mirror of their eyes, Rejoicing in the warmth of their evening song, Delighting in each other's pure presence, Basking in the divine light of Nature, And looking up to the skies for inspiration, Their breath barely a cloud in the cold winter's morning. Alas, the birds flew away in opposite directions, Leaving behind their ephemeral perch. Now the last petals are dropping to the ground And the branches have shed their final leaves. What remains are skeletal and desolate Twigs entwined purposelessly Against the darkening grey sky And a deafening silence weighing down on them.
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The inner landscape (22/09/2015)
The liberation (02/03/2015)
Missing a Friend (26/02/2015)
Charlie Hebdo (in French) (07/01/2015)
The rose bush (07/01/2015)
Ready about (07/01/2015)
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