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The breeze of a new opening 10.4.2013


 nature's call ©copyright2013owpp

nature’s call
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The breeze of a new opening
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I have a vision
Of bridges in a puzzle
Filling the gaps of modernization

The Chimera of all children
In total oblivion
Left to imagination.

I blow a bubble
To natures awakening
Imposing its codification

For the recovery of its creation.
I withal fear the reflection
Of man’s destruction

If it does not bow in resignation…
I suspect answers are in conception
For people with determination

Seemingly naïve to the zenith.
I have the certainty you and I
Are the concoction of a world

In ebullition the legacy of “evolution”
And the distinct impression
More and more live in wait

And listen for natures call
So we could witness the revival of
Its nucleus the breeze of…

A new opening.

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A day of our lives February 2010 Oa essay


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A day of our lives
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Last night I felt like waiving it all. Does it happen to you too?
Ironically, the arguments I want to run away from are the very reason I will not give up.
Even if the scales prove otherwise, working my character defects is now the reason for me to stay on.
So, I am hanging on a thread, as a spider, slowly weaving my way, consolidating my web.
My thread is my connection to my élan vital. To what is home now. It keeps me linked to my sparkle. That is why I hold on, toil my way through. Anneal the base.
My thoughts shout. Build a wider faction, extensions!
Outreach calls are of paramount importance yet, I have been shying away from that assignment.

We tend to build protective walls around us, which need to be broken down at some point.
Some build fortresses throughout their lives, staking up watchmen to mark their borders that stretch out further and further away from their former territories and lose themselves in it. Opportunities for light and life shrinking away from their grasp as the ebbing of a tide, leaving its emblem to be stamped on by the carefree, merry vacationer.
Others stay jammed between the doors of desperation, forlorn in an ocean of slavery to some addiction or another, plaguing them constantly with thoughts and acting upon them in a half-slumber, as if it is their destiny, as if they had no choice in the matter.
They live in a no-man’s land. In the crepuscule. Passengers erring between countries restlessly, looking for comfort and finding none.
Solace, evading their days and nights. Their soul giving them no rest. Until they are bestowed with the gift of sagacity and composure.
The skills for living in the right sense. Fully, truly, joyfully and peacefully.
Those miracles can happen. It is only up to us to create the vessel to receive them.
All there is to do is hope to be awarded with the volition to shape, mold it, as a sturdy thick, impermeable, hermetically sealed receptacle that will enable us to treasure those gifts never letting them out of our sight,
Whatever the cost.

The sea and I – English poem 2013 ( With French original text )


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Some holidays we just take the time to live and others are an occasion to inspiration. The latter is what happened to me these winter holidays. I hope you’ll enjoy the results!

The sea and I
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At first glance
The sea and I
The first steps
At day or dark night

Under all nooks and crannies
Throughout the seasons
Frozen and hard sculpted waves
Your piercing icy winds

White sand, sun beating
Grainy, humid or pebbly
Stubborn and fine drizzle
Love under all skies

You are intoxicating
At first glance
Sun beating
Or all evenings

Give me the sea
All my life it’d be
I will not tire
You will see

Burning or inebriating
Still or turbulent
The sea and I
Under all skies
__________

La mer et moi
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Au premier regard
La mer et moi
Au premier pas
Le jour ou nuit noir

Sous tous tes plis et coutures
A travers les saisons
Vagues sculptées, gelées et dure
Ton vent glacé transperçant

Le sable fin, soleil tapant
Granuleux, humide ou caillouteux
Pluie fine et entêtante
Le grand amour sous tous les cieux

Tu es enivrante
Au premier regard
Soleil tapant
Ou tous les soirs

Donnes moi la mer
Ma vie entière
Je ne me lasserais
Au grand jamais

Brûlante ou enivrante
Calme ou turbulente
La mer et moi
Toute une histoire

What is poetry to you?


William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Poetry to me is the elegance of a moment transmitted from the mind, to the marvel of entwined
words choreographed by the master, called inspiration.

Poetry is a way to let out all the bottled up emotional energy. It’s grabbing that second, hour,
week or month and signing it up for immortality.

Poetry is throwing out there, a heritage of love for the generations to come. It is pausing in
anticipation of auspicious times.

Poetry is letting the words find their place. It is giving them the opportunity to discover
each other in a sentence, blend or stand out in its sublimity.

Without poetry, we would not know where to put it all. It is a gift ( like many others ) to
treasure and keep alive. It is to be shared, for without giving it over, it dies. It lies in a
dark draw, in wait of the admiring glance. For cognizance in a family gathering or a wider
public.

Its viability depends on it. We don’t do it any favor to keep it possessively from the strangers
eyes.

Poetry is the essence, the core of what makes us free spirits. Deprived of it, we would have
felt as prisoners, hands tied behind our backs.

This is what poetry means to me.

What does poetry do to you?