Reves de lucioles LuciolesReves de lucioles by `cybergranny
(féérie d'été)
Symphonie des mots
symphonie des lettres
Lucioles en vol {farandoles}
dansent et chantent
Dans la torpeur de la nuit,
les criquets en folie
applaudissent
Points d accentuation
virgules éphémères
- à tire d ailes
Lucioles endiablées
s'entremêlent
Le reve d'Anna Le rêve d'AnnaLe reve d'Anna by `cybergranny
Dans la brume matinale figée par
la stupeur et la curiosité,
les badauds regardent Anna
s'en aller.
La lumière bleue des gyrophares
illumine son visage ridé.
Anna sourit,
sur son brancard
Dans le hall d'entrée,
les discussions incrédules
résonnent le long de l'escalier en colimaçon
et pénètrent dans son intimité.
Des boites vides et des gélules
éventrées jonchent le sol aubergine.
Sur sa chaise à bascule usée
une lettre est soigneusement posée.
Juste à côté sur la commode en bois d'olivier
trône la p
Anna's dream Anna's dreamAnna's dream by `cybergranny
In the morning mist,
frozen by amazement and curiosity,
onlookers
watch anna leaving,
her wrinkled face illuminated
by blue revolver lights.
Anna smiles,
on her stretcher.
In the lobby,
incredulous discussions
echo along the spiral staircase
and penetrate into her intimacy.
Empty boxes and gutted capsules
litter aubergine ground.
On her worn rocking chair
a letter is carefully placed.
Just beside, on the dresser in olive wood
sits the photo of her deceased love
whom she decided to join.
In her coffin
Anna has a good laugh.
« Do we have the right to prevent people to fulfill their dreams, even i
a pious wish A pious wisha pious wish by `cybergranny
The Queen of Bunnies
went over my head;
whispered in my ear
"What pious wish would make you happy my child? » "
I replied, astonished.
"Repopulate greenspace"
She blew up a green elephant
jumped on his trunk
flew away, grimacing
at our funny ant's faces
Galfetti 2009
To the Vysehrad To the Vyšehrad, Prague (May 13th, 2008)To the Vysehrad by *sarehptar
I left a sliver of myself adrift on the Vltava,
the mother river. Not a piece of my heart, no-
nothing so yielding or moveable as that.
A curve of rib perhaps, or the third digit
of my left little finger, the largest vertebrae
or the deep roots of my wisdom teeth.
I shed a bone-it slipped out from beneath
my skin in the late afternoon,
when the sun on the new, smooth headstones
covered my eyes with blindfolds
white and gold; it fell
into the foreign trailing arbutus
without a sound.
When the rain came, later, it rolled
with the black grave garden dirt
into the river and settled,
† I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior †
Sta.sh
My Sousou 
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