WWW #40 – Robots – Text #1

Copper Limbs

 

Walking towards you I feel

Like a robot chained in pain

Following a path programmed

For my copper limbs to climb

 

Walking towards you I feel

Like a fallen queen who lost

The battle for her own heart

Voiceless tower with no sound

And Now

You’re tearing me apart.

A rabid dog

Lashing on its bone.

Our love

Our love is gone

WWW #39 – Booked – Text #1

Destinées contrariées

 

Il appelle le restaurant

“Une table pour deux, s’il vous plait.”

Il avait tout organisé.

Il pensait que tout se passerait

Comme il l’avait imaginé.

He calls the restaurant

“A table for two, please.”

He had it all mapped out.

He thought that everything would go

Exactly as he had imagined.

WWW#41 – Flower – Texte #1

Belle de mai

Au cœur d’un frais bouton et pure ainsi qu’un lys,
De Nature l’enfant, encore frêle et blanche
Avant qu’Hélios en feu lui effleure la hanche,
Elle est promesse aussi d’étés et de délices.

Cette fleur grenadine au charisme certain
Immisce entre les blés son sourire mutin.
Voilà qu’au soleil blond elle offre sa corolle,
Écarlate frisson sous la langueur d’Éole.

Chaque nouveau Printemps la choisit pour compagne,
Parmi les autres fleurs, reines de la campagne ;
Et aussitôt épris mon cœur s’émeut aux larmes.

Hélas la reverdie se fane quand meurt juin ;
Et avec lui s’éteint mon doux baiser carmin,
Volage demoiselle aux adolescents charmes…

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Note de l’auteur : avez-vous deviné de quelle fleur il s’agit ? 🙂

www #37 – Out of Breath – Text #1

Circus

Around me I see shapes

I am surrounded

Disorientated

There are too many forms

 

I can’t escape

I am a prisoner of this world

Of fakes and breaks,

And tears/i:/ and tears/e/

They come and grab me,

Try to catch a glimpse,

Cling to a piece of me.

Featured Challenge #27 – Ghosts – Text#2

Escaping This World

by Garry Vakarian

« See? That wasn’t so complicated. » Priya words echoed in the empty void. Except I wasn’t listening. My mind and my attention were absorbed by the lingering image of Devon’s eyes – my first departed. She was chosen as my first culling and final exam for the Reaper’s assignment. She was staying at her favorite place, a small lake in the valley near her hometown. Her boyfriend had dumped her, and she had a mental breakdown at her work after that. Being fired from her job, and let go by the person, whom she thought was the love of her life was too much. She didn’t see the point of continuing her existence. After a rather short and grim post on her facebook page, she ended her life in the place she liked the most.

And it was I who had to take her soul to the afterlife.

In Purgatory, prior to meeting Devon, my supervisor Priya gave me the file on her case. Standard operating procedure required me to check it in order to better accompany the dead, and to effectively extract her soul from her body. In her dossier, I had access to a short summary of her life, the causes explaining her death and the location of the body. More importantly for my job, it had what we could call an autopsy report. In short, it gave the M.O. of her death, and how to “cull” or should I say extract her soul from the physical world and body. You see, the scythe isn’t just for show; it was our tool for exacting the incision freeing the essence of a person.

WWW#36 – Broken – Texte #4

Patience

Walls
All around me.
Thick, ancient
Walls of glass.

I have built them translucent,
Claiming the light beaming through
Sheltered me
From the shadows of my past,
From the greedy void
Of old
Open wounds.

WWW#36 – Broken – Text#3

Carved
by Irishdreamwalker

The marble sits in an expectant silence,
Waiting, fearful of what is to come.
Yet, excited. Now committed, it cannot run and hide,
Only hope, finally prepared for its fate.

The sculptor strikes with hammer and chisel,
Painful blows carving away layers of stone,
Digging deep into the core, cracking apart the hard shell,
Shattered fragments scatter over the floor.

Stone heart now exposed, the sculptor gently
shapes the rock, adding form with soft touches.
Deliberate blows and unconscious art combine,
guiding the marble as it learns to find its true self.

The sculptor comes and goes,
Each time bringing a voyage of emotions.
Meanwhile, the marble sits,
Waiting for the artist’s touch.

Waiting for completion.

WWW#36 – Broken – Text#2

Eyesight Readjustment

by B. 

Sometimes, when all hope seems lost, and you are left there
Staring at this man-made, senseless, chaotic mess.
All you need to do is shift focus, walk further,
Step back. Look beyond the borders of your picture.

Choose a new standpoint, focus on the elements
Move things around as you please. Fly them up and down.

Featured Challenge #13 – Death – Text#2

Unrest 

by B. 

Flapping wings fluttering about
Blackcurrant and raspberry bushes
Interwoven with weeds

Teeny-tiny ants treading around laid down cover,
Climbing on limbs
Human presence disturbed by Nature’s touch

Beautiful chaos
Endless strife
Humans invading
Nature gaining ground
Humans pushing back

Featured Challenge #5 – Rain – Texte #4

Sous la pluie

par Ninefifteen

Je suis sous la pluie, seule en rase campagne. Mes vêtements me font comme une seconde peau. Il fait nuit. Deux ou trois fois, j’ai entrevu des phares. Ils ne se sont pas arrêtés en passant à ma hauteur. Mais bon, je les comprends — je suis épuisée, d’assez mauvais poil, et il ne me reste pas un seul centimètre carré de sec. Je dois ressembler à une folle et sentir le vieux chien mouillé… Au loin le tonnerre gronde.

Le vent s’est levé et m’asperge de pluie par rafales. Je ne sais pas quelle heure il est, ni combien de kilomètres il me reste à faire. Je sais seulement où je vais et que j’y vais pour une bonne raison.

Quand j’ai évoqué mon dessein, personne ne m’a soutenue. Tous m’ont dit, encore, que j’étais dingue, qu’il devenait urgent de consulter. Ils ne comprennent pas que tu me manques. Qu’au début j’ai tâché de tenir debout sans toi, mais que peu à peu j’ai perdu l’envie de vivre, l’envie de tout. Je n’avais dans la tête que l’idée de te revoir, même si tout m’en empêchait. Tu es bien trop loin de moi pour que je puisse tenir, trop loin et tu ne peux même pas me rejoindre…