I.Spit.Ink Saruhrosen Poet Free verse

Le Souffle

Ce réveil 
est lent
Ces instants qui se suivent sans décompte
Comme un levé de soleil distant
Il s'approche 
Baigné dans une rose chaude
cette fleur ne pique pas 
Non pas cette fois 
"Ne la haïs pas".
Chaque inhalation mécanique 
Une main qui guide le regarde effleuré
Les paupières s'ouvrent 
Dans une noir paisible, dans le pénombre
Le regarde et les mains invisibles
ne sont plus les miens
Avec le souffle
Je me lève

--TRANSLATION--
This awakening
is slow
These uncountable instants filing one after the other
Like a distant sunrise
It approaches
bathed in a warm rose color
This flower does not prick
not this time
"don't hate her"
The mechanical inhale
a hand guiding the brushed gaze
Eyelids open
in the peaceful blackness, in the darkness
The gaze and the invisible hands
are no longer mine own
With a breath
I arise

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Richard Lamoureux January 8, 2018 at 1:11 PM Sadly although I have a French name I am unable to understand the language. I.Spit.Ink Saruhrosen February 27, 2018 at 9:19 AM I added a translation to the poems i write in French :D Thanks for commenting!

Kim Rodrigues December 29, 2017 at 9:54 AM C’est jolie! Translated and enjoyed! <3 I.Spit.Ink Saruhrosen December 29, 2017 at 10:05 AM Thanks so much!