Monday poetry train - untittle
So I was looking at something while writing this one. Can you guess what?
Je suis là/Here I am
À te regarder/Watching you
Vestige d'un rêve passé/Relic of a past dream
Comme si jamais je n'avais existé/Like if I never existed
Et mon voisin/ And my neighbor
Qui a été la célébration / That was the celebration
De cette naissance/ Of that birth
Si longtemps attendue / that was for so long expected
Mais voilà que maintenant/ But here that now
Nous séchons/ We are drying
Comme si jamais nous avions/ Like if we never have
Donner une nouvelle vie/ Give a new life
À cette pièce / To that room
Qui était comme morte/ That was like dead
Maintenant nous séchons / Now we are drying
À jamais oublié/ Forever forgotten
Car nous n'avons/Because we din't have
Aucune utilité/ Any use
Je suis là/Here I am
À te regarder/Watching you
Vestige d'un rêve passé/Relic of a past dream
Comme si jamais je n'avais existé/Like if I never existed
Et mon voisin/ And my neighbor
Qui a été la célébration / That was the celebration
De cette naissance/ Of that birth
Si longtemps attendue / that was for so long expected
Mais voilà que maintenant/ But here that now
Nous séchons/ We are drying
Comme si jamais nous avions/ Like if we never have
Donner une nouvelle vie/ Give a new life
À cette pièce / To that room
Qui était comme morte/ That was like dead
Maintenant nous séchons / Now we are drying
À jamais oublié/ Forever forgotten
Car nous n'avons/Because we din't have
Aucune utilité/ Any use
Libellés : Monday Poetry Train, poem, poème
5 Comments:
At 11:40 p.m., Roscoe James said…
To start with, it's not Monday yet. Nice imagery but sad. So I will Vous envoyez actuellement des messages sous mi nom and hope you find a happier note for the next one. But I still liked it.
At 1:00 p.m., Anonyme said…
I can't guess. It looks to me as if a dead relationship. I might be wrong though. However, I do like it.
Poking angles
At 8:49 p.m., Julia Phillips Smith said…
Not a flag, I hope?
At 7:34 a.m., Iron Pugilist said…
Oh Jill... I wish I could hug my favorite Canadian right now.
At 6:08 p.m., Jill said…
RJ, you got me lost, there. sending message on your behalf??
Gautami and Julia, gallon of paint, it is!
What did I did to receive that hug, IP? Because I want to do it again, to receive more hugs!!
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