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SONNET D'UNE NUIT DE MORTSonnnet d'une nuit de mort
À ma chère France...
Lune
Luit,
Brune
Fuit !
Une
Nuit,
Rune
Nuit.
Orne
Morne
Plut...
Forte
Plus
Morte.
Frantz, June 2012
L'OMBRE I - SHADOW I (+ audio reading)
(English adaptation below) version audio ici
Pour Neura
L'ombre I
Quand vous verrais-je au sortir des songes et des tombes il ne reste que des lisières
Frangées d'or et d'herbe coupez vos désirs d'au-delà lorsque l'écume affolée efface la tempête et
Si vos yeux glacés sur mes mains stupéfaites j'aurai voulu vos chants sous des feux de
Tambours et l'ombre de vos danses enroulée sur mes cuisses un éclat de vermeil la
Ménade mâchant le coeur de nos combats des tonnes de serpents silencieux sur le sol et la crête
Des dunes rayée d'horizon morne votre bouche à la lune reste la nuit vacante et mes rêves
Blanchis l'automne est déjà là dans les pétales fauves et les pleurs oubliés
Frantz, octobre 2011
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For Neura
Shadow I
When will I s
GODS OR RAVENS - LES DIEUX OU LES CORBEAUXShe swallowed her words
in the darkness of a bare
prison of stone.
She summoned the lilies
in the air, heavy
with evening.
Whitened by foam
the edges of her dress
thorn torn, from digging with
her hands into the sky’s eternity,
the tomb that the sea
- the sea.. – refused her,
she hurried to the steep shores, alight
with golden blue, dawn-hued,
and the hollow of her heart
- vacuous ether between gods and ravens -
thwarted by suicide,
turned to the North;
a ship
the wind
and the Ocean at night.
French original version
Elle mâchait ses mots dans la pénombre d'une prison nue de pierre elle appelait les lys dans l'air long du soir blanchie d'écume aux rebords de sa robe égratignée de roses jusqu'à creuser à main nue dans l'éternité du ciel le tombeau que la mer refusait la mer elle accourait aux rives accores éclair d'or bleu ourlé d'aurore et le creux des cœurs dans un vide d'éther entre les Dieux et les corbeaux déçue de suicide elle scanda le Nord un navire et le vent et
DEAD GREEN
My spring died in your eyes
Frantz, february 7, 2012
GHOSTEDTo Mandy
Ghosted
What are you feeling
From thy emerald's ramparts
Ghosted by the mist
Frantz, June 2012
UN MILLIER DE PETALES - A THOUSAND PETALSJe t'offre la pluie
Pluie douce de pétales
Pétales de roses
Et sur ton perron
Perron de lune et de lys
Lys pâle fleur noble
Je suis là ce soir
Ce soir je t'offre un déluge
- Déluge de roses.
I offer you the rain
Rain of soft petals
Petals of roses
And on your perron
Perron of the moon and lily
Lily flower pale and noble
I'm here tonight
Tonight I offer you a deluge
- Deluge of roses.

Frantz,  January, 19,  2011.
AU-DELA - BEYONDFree English adaptation below
                                       À Dame Odessa
Au-delà
Sombre au-delà de la mer morne
Frantz, avril 2012
.........................................................................................
                                     For Dame Odessa
Beyond
Sinking beyond the bleak black sea
Frantz, april 2012.
COMPTINE DE CIELComptine de Ciel
Pour Asyia
Nous l'avions trouvée
Au fond d'un cratère
Au sein de la terre
Sombre, épouvantée
J'eusse voulu être
Ce qui lui manquait
Ami ou laquais
L'encre de sa lettre
Grimpant à l'échelle
Ne parlant jamais
Dans le ciel mauvais
Cherchant ses deux ailes
Déesse de pierre
Elle murmura
« Bien. La mort m'aura
Si je reste », fière
Ne voulant l'entendre
Malgré ses pleurs froids
Je me tins là, coi
Inutile et tendre
Aussi l'emmenais-je
Sur le plus haut pic
Elle cria « chic »
En voyant la neige
Et j'ai ressenti
Quelque grand frisson
Le ciel, sa maison
Me l'avait repris
Frantz, juillet 2012
"Ciel" est un personnage créé par Asyia - "Ciel" is a caracter created by Asyia
SHIROI HA - A FUNERAL (poetry) by Exnihilo-nihil UNE SOURCEElle rêve un peu
sous les étoiles éteintes
une source chante
Frantz, octobre 2012
The aether weaverOn the web there is
a young fairy
transforming words
into moon
fragments
Sur la toile il y a
une jeune fée
qui transforme les mots
en éclats de
lune

Frantz, april 2013 / Happy birthday Zean :rose:
.diaspora c0smique. (poesie + audio) by Exnihilo-nihil

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Exnihilo #6 Features and Miscellaneus

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 11, 2017, 5:32 PM


HI fellows 

First selection of the year

Music: Wardruna - Raido





:bulletred: Photography



Neverbloom by Philomena-Famulok


The return of darkness by AlexandrinaAna


Witchy girl by SophieDereal

Electrified me by MarjorieChamillard



Happy New year !  Rochefort-en-Terre - Friedrich by Yoann-Lossel



We are not what we seem to be by MarjorieChamillard


Brave Hearts Kingdom 6 by M0THartMy soul has died some years ago by AlexandrinaAna



wild by M0THart

Bad Luck by SophieDereal

Interiors by SkylerBrown



-:- by Laysa



:bulletwhite: haikus & eastern 

afterwardsthe wild wind carries
her empty straw heart away
handful by handful
nothing left but sun bleached rags
hanging from a rusty nail


the unborn one
the holy men and shepherds, they deliver forth their truth;
deliver a disservice to their flocks and to themselves.
truth cannot be delivered; it is sought out and revealed.
the Womb: infinite,
as is its holy issue.
there are paths for all.


Renga Tree - Freyjawar goddess, chooser of the slain -
her red gold tears
unnoticed in the snow
-SophieC, 7 january 2017



Focus: a new poetess

:iconand-speak:

She rules



More of her

the psychicand very, very slowly
turn the tarot card to up-face
reveal the layers beneath the skin
be visually assured that
letting go of a self i could be
will harvest
and carving words of healing
into the back of the throat
will only mute the internal aspirations

              (though i have drawn the tellings of healing,
              my blue-green-grey eyes will blink, think
              back to the time i felt the world fall away)
and i have not been kind to myself
you say all you thought about in high school
was getting,
and that damn, coke is the best but only
if you’re not paying for it

i suppose i’m kinder than others
              (it must only seem more caustic)
a dying poet's castle (and speak)and and and
words come out
exotoxins go in
sifted through
the filter, the semantic
grate, the purifier, the
taught vellum from the hide of
the balladeer
      (such sacrifice, to detach from
      the vessel, to become only a mind
      to ink the pelt with the internal)
to allow weight to gather
beneath the sightseers
to drag them down
to the trembling
tips of fingers

and i’m not a temple but a
locution fabrication
i’m a dictionary duchess
and my subjects keep me awake at night
throwing pencils at my windows,
lancing themselves over my drawbridge
my wall is made of idioms and it’s
failing to uphold my defensive diction
the troves of gold are invaded
      (there are no poetic protectors
      no dragons)
            so the knives screen the pyrite
             rift through the vocabulary
       
upward-reaching, downward-looking eye-handsand it’s found in the pale folds of my
oversized sweater
      (only the tights and socks)
and lost in the candles too pretty to burn
find my apathy towards wanting in my
anodyne fingers, the well-hidden branches
the shift
      smile lies are dulcet
      the voices in the walls are
              awake with me
      seep into the frames and out
              through the painted lips

cracked glass and pillows
waltz at midnight
to the sound hands make
when they ought to clasp
but don’t

 
and




Focus

:icondrolebouillon:

à lire et à connaître




UntitledJe voudrais me nourrir d'hélium
pour m'envoler encore
et affronter le monde le cœur léger.
OGMVas-y Eros
A l'arme lourde !
Elles ont le cœur génétiquement modifié.
La merRecluse, soumise, maltraitée,
Stérile de ne pouvoir perdre ses eaux,
La mer rêve de n'être qu'Océan.


 et





:bulletblue: français





Reve heroique by Helloss73


:bulletwhite: Draws

The Unborn One by InaAuderieth

- COMMISSION - The Wild Maiden - by ooneithoo

Don't Forget... by AlectorFencer



See you /  A plus / Bis Bald



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Bedouine Hurghada - Egypt by hosagu



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  • Reading: Chamfort & Rivarol
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  • Eating: -
  • Drinking: Wine

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