lundi 24 septembre 2012


They are suddenly lost
in the mysterious labyrinth
of grief 
and wounded faith
hesitating between tears
and revolt
their souls maimed with mourning
and their hearts
drowned in despair

their sadness is a dungheap
in the midst of a beautiful garden
but the smell of death prevails

nobody can offer solace
to Prophet Job

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

vendredi 7 septembre 2012



I came back home
my youthful mind loaded
with memories and hopes
and my soul expecting
the subtle tenderness
of sweet welcoming words

but you were almost silent
and you left me puzzled
in the middle of a sentence
you never finished

your dog came 
wagging its tail
as if to make up
for your rudeness

and thus I entered
the present
of my maimed past
with the assurance 
that death could come 
at any time

and your dog 
was still cheerful 
In the desert of old
locusts and bees
kept company to John
and fed him

Claude Lopez-Ginisty