My thoughts or my first life / are images of fire-camps, / summers that last forever / in our teenaged heads Ridiculous existential probl…
I wrote this poem many years after my divorce in 1980,the most unbearable souvenirs,I’ve wrote this piece on my ex-husband’s birthday.I’ve seen him a couple of times but didn’t talk to him,I guess you know why.I almost died …I will never foget the anger and brutalities ….Thanks Gigi …...(sorry for the faults)... :))
Faded photographs / Pressed petals, sea shells which speak / Voices from the past
Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry. Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables.
/ I’m always there / In the swirl of life / St-GraäL,why not / Uncontrolable but delighted Pictures,ha…
I’ve wrote this a day of great lonelyness.I was thinking of my acadian mother with whom I never had a good relationship.I went to GrandAnse several times before she died but never could go back after her death.Many friends overthere must wondering why I didn’t go back,I’m thinkink about them so often missing them so much , them and the salted wind of the sea.Frederique was my grand-father and Evangeline is an old story from a woman who had waited all her life to see his deported husband,a wonderful story that every acadian knows.Soon i will return to my ancesters because now I’m ready. It has been nine years.When I wrote this poem I took the «chiac» accent like la« sagouine » I wish some of the viewers knows that marvelous language because it adds an other dimension to this piece of writing…..... Gisèle ..alias…Micmac
I look at you with / Your cameras and trinkets, / Your bits and pieces, / Your luggage, / Your souvenirs / Your faces. And I wonder what yo…
this poem is inspired by and dedicated to elleboitse’s picture – ‘Boy Begging’ / / / / © photogenique (dave peddie): using this poem, or any part thereof, for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. /
Its a vivid depiction of what I witnessed / My flesh deteriorating off the bones of my existence
This is about how I died to someone. I no longer exist in their world. / Though they can hold a piece of me in their heart forever like a souvenir. / “How long have I been dead to you?”
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But immeasurable sorrow sank my presence / From my lips came only the silence of death / It seemed like all things were coming to an end
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