{"id":12499,"date":"2019-03-10T23:48:31","date_gmt":"2019-03-10T21:48:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12499"},"modified":"2019-03-10T23:48:31","modified_gmt":"2019-03-10T21:48:31","slug":"poems-by-fabrice-b-poussin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12499","title":{"rendered":"poems by Fabrice B. Poussin"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Ditch<\/strong><\/p>\n

Here a journey ended
\nWater runs through the bones
\nAttempting the ultimate cleansing
\nOf a lost soul.<\/p>\n

Prisoner within the feeble cage
\nA vision subsists of a clear azure and
\nit wonders when at last it will reach on high
\nto a next adventure.<\/p>\n

It was not so long ago after all that
\nThe strange creature of crimson metal
\nSkidded away as thieves do in the night
\nGuilty as sin.<\/p>\n

It may have been eternities in fact since
\nLittle visitors hungry for a chance to fly
\nCame buzzing in a bright cloud feeding
\nOn memories now to die.<\/p>\n

No pain, as I gaze into deep space above
\nAlone still tickled by the gentle stream alive
\nAlmost content to be at rest only perhaps I wish
\nFor a last good bye.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Feeling Eternity<\/strong><\/p>\n

I saw a gentle muse dissolve in tears this day
\narching a back stabbed by the lightning of a memory
\nshe had pushed into an underground vault.<\/p>\n

I felt those who follow her bowing under the yoke
\nof yet another icy stone upon their young days
\na funeral slab carved with treacherous verse.<\/p>\n

A distance of eons and endless voids stood there
\nbut the screaming came carried on a great many ruins
\nin the middle of an illusory peace as a troubling quake.<\/p>\n

I recall the overwhelming joy of this triptych
\nas they sat watching dusks and dawns in fiery passion
\none again in the instant of unmistakable agony.<\/p>\n

A debt gnawed at the soft entrails of innocent lives
\na penalty for crimes committed by absent barbarians
\nto reverberate into an ongoing murmur to the walls of time.<\/p>\n

Soon again, those breasts will giggle and laugh
\nheaving with the great substance of their eternal resilience
\nfor now I share their collapse and cry with them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Triptych<\/strong><\/p>\n

The trio belongs in a temple to posterity
\nAngel under an aura of gold and precious stones
\ncenter piece to worshipping eyes of a tender age
\nmother she sits eyes closed a caring soul.<\/p>\n

Upon the altar to a simple quest the triptych rests
\nhidden treasure within the mysterious chapel
\nRembrandt\u2019s tone upon the light of three hearts
\nshapes vibrate of an incomparable glow.<\/p>\n

Madonna tilting eternal kindness to the side
\nshe loans two tender curbs to the fragile cherubs
\nthey two forgetful of the world nearby
\nappear without a care for much else than this.<\/p>\n

In a perfect embrace they hold the instant close
\nmodel to eons of those who may still dream
\ncoming on their humble knees to pray for a hope
\nthe triptych trembles of a life powered their forever.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unnamed<\/strong><\/p>\n

A faint spark in the desert once
\nas if a glimmering speck of infinite sands
\nfar from the oasis hope failed to nourish
\nshe struggled but for a brief moment.<\/p>\n

She must have wondered why the light died
\nin the intense sun of an August drought
\nexile among exiles forgotten of the living
\nneglected in a mere instant of joy.<\/p>\n

Infant in infancy, she cried out for help
\nwhile images of future dreams and deeds
\nflashed before that brand-new soul
\nso much desiring to grow a fertile womb.<\/p>\n

But darkness overcame her blueish vision
\nblinded by the memories she would never have
\ntears perhaps would have save her little life
\nif only her name had been written upon the dune.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Within<\/strong><\/p>\n

Do you remember at six, frail and silly
\nin a summer-dress so very stiff to fit
\nand a bathing suit made of a bony girl.<\/p>\n

You were that then, toy to mom alive
\nplaying with curls, giggling at your antics
\npride of you, challenge to the other, jealous
\nof the blues envious, of the gold in even waves.<\/p>\n

I think of you today no more of six years
\nbut twenty more; envelope silky, shiny
\nso soft to make a life safe, your womb loves
\nyour breast alive with the little one.<\/p>\n

Girl no more and yet still making a life
\nan ear to you listens patiently for months again
\nas you grow loving, no longer unique
\nbut alone in your soul, star in a darkest sky.<\/p>\n

I see you within, little bones so frail
\nno power, I know your strength in every fiber
\na miracle, or is it? For you, an everyday affair
\nas you softly breathe and digest a world whole.<\/p>\n

It is there, little, and larger, just a bit more
\nyour hand feels a life, your smile tells a tale
\ngiver, nothing can stop it, but evil alone
\nyou glow no longer girl, but lady of dreams.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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