Monday Poetry Train - Danser
Fais-moi danser
Make me dance
Jusqu'à se que mes sens
Until my senses
Ne savent plus
Don't know
Reconnaître
How to diffencerate
Qu'est-ce qui est
What is
Toi ou le monde extérieur
The outside world or you
Dans ce mélange
In the mix-up
Je sens la fraicheur
I can feel freshness
D'une multitude
In the multitude
De gouttes d'eau
Of water drops
Qui vient
That come
Nous asperger
Falling down on us
Dans notre danse
In our insane
Endiablée
Dance
Où nos corps
Where our bodies
Sont entremaillés
Will be intertiwne
Fais moi danser
Make me dance
Jusqu'à la nuit
Until the night
Nous plonge
Plunge us
Dans l'inconnu
Into the unknown
Libellés : Monday Poetry Train, poem, poème
posted by Jill @ 11:13 a.m.
5 Comments:
At 10:52 a.m.,
Julia Phillips Smith said…
Ooo! Shivery! I love it, Jill. From a dance perspective and from that of lovers doing their own dance.
At 10:03 p.m.,
Joy Renee said…
whoa. i feel like i need to sit down and catch my breath. i feel like i've just been dancing. and i don't even know how.
your words here move fast and spin the way i imagine dancing must feel like.
At 3:57 p.m.,
Amy Ruttan said…
Very beautiful poem Jill!! :)
At 10:58 p.m.,
Jill said…
Julia, since you love all kind of dancing, it is not a suprise that you love this one!
Joy, thanks! Making you enter the poem is a good compliment for me!
Amy, Long time no see!
At 5:48 p.m.,
Anonyme said…
oh i like this very much!!
and i know the feeling you describe sooo well!
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