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Chanson Poems

Cinquain Chanson

Hearken
strengthening sun,
resplendent early Spring
nature's territorial in
chanson.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

Categories: chanson, bird, song, spring,
Form: Cinquain

Chanson D'Amour

Chère Lise,

Ma vie avec vous a été une chanson. 
Mais il n'a jamais été chanté si clairement 
et plus beau que quand nous avons partagé Paris ensemble. 

Paris a était nos chanson d'amour.

Daniel

Categories: chanson, love,
Form: I do not know?

Autumnal Dirge: Translation of Paul Verlaine's Chanson D'Automne

Autumnal Dirge

(One of many possible translations* of « Chanson d’automne » by Paul Verlaine)

	for Sandra Feldman

Drawn out sobs
Violins
   of autumn
Wound my heart
Through a languor
    Monotonous

Hardly breathing
And turning wan, when
    The knell tolls,
I recall
Days gone by
   And I cry

And I have to leave
With the unwelcome wind

Categories: chanson, autumn, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Le Chanson Vrai

Shifting dirt 
Beneath my feet
Solid stance
Poised, ready
The wind picks up
Caresses my face
Waiting, waiting
Till its just right
The sun to my back
Eyes focused
Arm steady
Feeling for the moment
Till its just right
A lull in the breeze 
The moment has come
Bring up, pull back
Straight along, lined up right
Every muscle taught 
Like the string, I'm steady
Release, it sings 
As the target is met
Satisfaction floods
The air

Categories: chanson, passion
Form: Free verse

Ma Chanson (Revised)

cicadas’ chitter
tom cats mating calls shriek shrill
tree frogs click ribbit

barn owls screech their kills
house bats wings slice humid air
mosquitoes sizzle

men croon lullaby’s
coyotes bay at the moon
earths’ breath moves, self sighs

Categories: chanson, nature
Form: Choka

Chanson D'Amour

Like Orpheus and Eurydice we dwell in realms apart
Without a Charon to help us cross the great divide
But my love for you sings to the beating of my heart
And  your charms I still  hymn with praise, with pride.

To your beauty, naught can  compare.
Your silken, flowing tresses,
Your long and golden hair
Which forever impresses.

Your

Categories: chanson, loss, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme