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…

Ninefifteen – 280513-200613

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.

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

WWW#33 – Deleted / Erased – Text #3

One Sunny Afternoon

An original text by Ninefifteen

The first time my newborn brother
Smiled at me ;

The first time I met
My closest childhood friend —
My best man, if I ever get married ;

The first time I fell
In love —
And learnt the meaning of
Unrequited ;

WWW #32 – Running Away – Text #1

Masked

by B.

Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped,
Slowly I grasp consciousness
I open my eyes,

Discover a den –
Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone
On a dirty bed.

The smell makes me sick.
I want to puke. Settle. Think.
Remember what passed.

A bar, Indie songs,
Playing my favorite “Swing”
Dawn Golden – my sis’

She requested it
To cheer me up – she knows me.
My heart is in pain.

I feel crushed, broken.
Tony – my boyfriend – My heart
Caught and Torn open.

A tear rolling down…
Spotted – a strange man watching,
Casting repeated

Glances. I shiver –
Disgust’s painted all over
My face – I can’t talk.

WWW #31 – A Heart Warming Tale – Text #1

A Winter’s Night

By B.

Winter cold biting
At my lips – prickling skin sends
Shivers down my spine

On and on I walk
Numbed – I let frozen air in
Filling up my lungs

Refreshing, light blow
Renewing life, gushing in
And out – blessed pain

WWW#30 – Scarf – Text #1

Le Foulard

Texte original, écrit par B. 

 

Elle regardait à l’horizon.

Le dos légèrement courbé,

Les coudes appuyés sur la balustrade.

 

Elle avait l’air pensive,

A la fois résolue et épuisée,

Plongée dans l’abysse de l’univers qui l’entourait

 

L’aspirait et l’entrainait avec elle

Sans qu’elle soit en mesure de naviguer,

De contrôler la direction que sa vie prenait.

 

Elle ferma les yeux un instant,

Et prit une grande inspiration.

Elle les rouvrit, grand.

 

Elle fit un tour sur elle-même,

Puis deux, puis trois,

Elle virevoltait à présent.