dimanche 17 juillet 2011


Thoughts like wild birds
keep flapping their wings
in a thick wet air
breaking through silences
in your exhausted brain
and letting sanity flee away
in nightmarish fits of anger

you are too well-known a stranger
to be impressed now
by the sweeping waltz
of this symphony of noises

you have won 
all your rainy sunsets
and gained the tender mercy
of peace in your mind

what you lost in the process
is the insane tempo
of fluttering instants
in a chaotic night

and soberness
in an immense ocean 
of despicable temptations

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

samedi 16 juillet 2011


You cannot travel
without first getting your soul
ready for unknown landscapes
and ordinary encounters

the long hoped for magic
might kill the swift capacity you have
of dreaming your cares away

when a new town 
enters your eyes
you must gently be prepared
to get lost in its suburbs

a thousand streets
will people your wanderings
and soothe your longing
for human company

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

vendredi 15 juillet 2011


She had said very clearly
that she could not commit herself
to promising suns and rainbows
to my worn-out ego

with a tender gesture
of her carnation white hand
at noon precisely
she tore my dreams apart
and left for nowhere

a thousand unanswered questions
echoing my soul dead

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

jeudi 14 juillet 2011


I can smile 
your sadness away

dance your fears 
just clapping hands

and I can also
retrieve forgotten hope
simply holding your hand
and whispering softly
I need you
 to become 
the beating of my heart
the dying sun 
of my summer evenings

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

mercredi 13 juillet 2011


There is no real mystery
in the passing of Time

The litanies of days 
and prayers at night
all merge into hymns
hours Vespers Matins
and Liturgies

Grace abides by the Word

and you sign yourself safe
when peacefully
and filled with hope
you leave the shrines of Eden

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

mardi 12 juillet 2011


In the heat of their wrath
they spoke harsh words
turning company into conflict

you decided to ignore them
and you clad your thoughts
in a vestment of silence
preferring the liturgy of calm
to the flaming curse of dispute

they left angry
deprived of the odd pleasure
of confronting their pride
with your absence of passion

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

lundi 11 juillet 2011


You came far too late
my songs had already left my voice
and their music echoed
in a desert of stony silence
throbbing like a dying heart
a pathetic rythm 
of despair and decay

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

dimanche 10 juillet 2011


They came unnoticed
tiptoeing in the dusk
amongst the subtle fragrance
of roses and herbs

their steps
trod upon memories
of distant forgotten loves
kisses evaporating slowly
on indifferent lips
cheeks unsullied
by the contact of their mouths

they disappeared a long time ago
swept away by regrets

but a mere gust a wind
pregnant with forlorn perfumes
keeps anchoring their absence
deep into my mind

Claude Lopez-Ginisty