Haïku de la chandelle

The candle is bright

Just until the morning sun

Appears in the sky

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La chandelle brille

Jusqu'au moment où au ciel

Paraît le soleil

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Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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Ecrit pour la joute poétique chevaleresque

Tackle It Tuesday, "Bright"

Low tide

Brooks always go to rivers

and rivers finally

 end up in the sea

your dreams go everywhere

floating here and there

and they are washed ashore 

by the high tide of reality

and you realize bitterly

that real life is often 

like the morning dew

faking tears on flowers

and vanishing when you try

to catch its pearls 

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Haven

What you cannot express

(your feelings

and your dreams)

remains clad in silence and secret

for a long time 

that seems everlasting

but one day very easily

everything comes out under the sun

and your pen

(echoes like sighs

and words like celestial music

of newly composed symphonies)

and this suddenly starts a tide of tears

that breaks against the cliffs

of oblivion and fear

and you remember that undoubtedly

once you were a child

and you believed 

the world to be a safe haven

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Vision

The love fireflies that I so loved

like birds of the soul

drive all illusions

to the garden of the past

the wisdom of black suns

condemn prisoners's songs

for heroes died a long time ago

and exiled loves 

sentence all poems to death

this very night

travels eternally

all around the world

on the wings of an invisible dove

the earth is maimed for life

I fear its mushroom clouds

flying upwards from the springs

 of polluted power

I managed somehow

to conceal my music

and the words of my hymns

just in time for the high tide

to help them catch a wave

O you deep ocean

with your thousand caressing hands

renew love

the two-souled Archangel !

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Night Haïku

Let the night come in

With its dark oblivious shroud

To bury your pain

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Words

We really cannot communicate

our lingua franca does not convey

the real meaning of our conversation

you say things that you do not believe

and try to convince me

that I should take them seriously

because you are superbly clad

in complacency 

you speak about a rose

without mentioning its thorns

you talk like a song

but you are out of tune

when you say Love

I understand hatred

when you mention God

I feel like an atheist

your words are like clouds

with an appearence of reality

that ends up abruptly

and even your silence 

has the stench of death

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Exile

Dawn came fast

with its red sun peeping

at the sleeping landscape

trees were slowly exhaling

a white misty cloud towards the sky

birds filled the morning air

with wild symphonies of songs

whilst sunbeams wiped away

the tiny tears of dewdrops

on the small hands of plants

the door was locked

the key remained in its keyhole

and we left

for ever

Claude Lopez-Ginisty