GREYSHADOW'S #35

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Hi guys! A small insomnia - perfect time for a feature!

Music of the week : Wardruna - live!

Finally I've seen them in Paris last week. A magic moment - Hail to Odin!




"Kauna riv i nattevind
kovnar ei av anden din.
Isen smeltar av ditt ljos
Kauna røyner bleike spor.
Kauna siv i løyndom inn
lysar opp i auge skin.
Elden rensar hugen min
Kaun, logen brenn!"

         

Kauna tears the nightwind
withers not in your breath.
The ice melts from your light
Kauna shows faint tracks.
Kauna enters secretly
lights up the eyes.
The fire cleanses my mind
Kaun, the - burns!


:new: - update in "french poetry section" - a DD! :clap:


:bulletgreen: English poetry

:iconbetwixtthepages: :iconpomohippie7: :iconcarmalain7:

Today, I am DrowningSome days,
the past
weighs nothing--
snowflakes
floating
in a tiny glass globe
waiting
to be carried away
on the wind.
Other days,
the past
breathes with the sea--
kelp
tangling about my ankles
beneath
turbulent waves.<da:thumb id="341946182"/> L'exil et le Royaume: Les MuetsThere is a fire in your eye and a light in your heart,
And the whole world is an infinitely vast ocean
Fluctuating and beating to the pulls of the sky;
The whole world is an ocean of speckled epitaphs
           and this, my friend, is ours.
Atlas may stay the sky, but we have always carried its tears.
We stand on the crest of this world balanced by silver thread,
Our hands laden with breaking reflections and queer visages,
Our wells and canals overflowing, lapping at our heels as strays.
We kneel as cripples and consume ourselves to become an idea,
An idea before a temple so precious, we turned our backs on love;
The topless spires like the fingers of some tame yet carnal monster
Clutching as if to cling to the surface tension of rising inundation.
           We were created to paradigm,
               


:bulletred: Photos

:iconolivier-ramonteu::iconcbyn: :iconnelleke: :iconphilomena-famulok: :iconmetal-bender:



Anna by cbyn

Lost by Nelleke




:bulletblue: Poésie francophone

:iconwordeea: :iconninefiftin: & :icongarance-verdier:

Trois magnifiques poèmes à couper le souffle... Lisez-les si ce n'est déjà fait!

:new: - wordeea got a DD today for her bilingual poem! Congrats!


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:bulletpurple: Surprises

:icondameodessa:

My love for you still remains... by DameOdessa


:bulletwhite: Short texts / haikus

:iconoaklungs::iconhaijinik: :icond-a-skelly:




:iconfireplz::iconfireplz::iconfireplz:


The Dead Won't Mind by KefkasJudgement


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C'est quoi toutes ces pommes avec des têtes de mort, subitement?