Long Eddying Poems

Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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Foggily out of cryostasis, I come ...

A slow, painful waking to a vessel that's shaking
         from the stress of its increasing mass,
And at once I'm made sure...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
       ...

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                                  The...

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EXFOLIATION, I AM      
 
In my advanced age am I but 
       The castoff--remnants 
Of a vitality that once was and has  been...

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In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids...

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Now was the time to address the scarlet curtain hung so thoughtlessly before my 
eyes. Three drops in each eye, and the curtain swirled into visions of eddying 
crimson pools. Agony, as I shook my...

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The old Hittite came through the gate
Battle sharp and dripping
With the blackness of an Ethiopian night
The Kingdom of Zion to replicate
The compass star of David's sight
And through that gate walked with him
A destiny invisible of...

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When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered as I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass

When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too...

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Disconnection dissects her dawdling brain; 
Isolated from the world around her she stands alone, 
A solitary tear bejeweling her translucent skin
She doesn’t reach up to brush it away
Instead she smiles, sadly, at the faces around...

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The Boys in The Back
By Sy Roth

The right hand turned the waters 360 degrees
Then another willful rotation
Until the bubbling chicken-fatty waters splashed over the sides
While the boys in the back did their algebraic calculations
Considering the...

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There is a calm across the waters,
The sky tis sullen and laden,
As the heavens pail with discolour.
The sea bestills with anticipation,
Birds fleeing , seeking, haven.
A silence begins to fall, as the tempest, draws near.
Clouds begin...

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A cacophony of thoughts swirls in my confused mind.
Yesterday was quiet and peaceful, everything moving
on well-oiled rails.  Suddenly the train of memories 
accelerated and now things will never be as before.

A letter came from...

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sea-urchins in rock pools –  
the flesh, a delicacy – 
sparkle – 
protected from the ocean
where anemones proliferate – 
by a mist-glistening  
heart shaped rock:
the keeper of my secrets – 

a cache of...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake - Part Nine

Staring sun perches on Créteil hillock hump and dazzles lake
Waves slop through tingling streaks of furrowed light dance 
         ...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Five

All day she toiled to keep her knees and busts in position
The Mairie’s serrated metal-hearted spool of derision
And the glinting fly-eye cutaways of the Prefecture
She who must mind...

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Hurricane Epic Flooding

Alerts; emergency evacuation
is advised for people to leave their homes.
Some people stayed; 
secured and board up windows,
sandbags against the doors.

Prayers were said;

     “We will be OK, no reason to...

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As I walk along the wooden boards
Flanked by firm railings, 
I wonder how they used to cross
From mainland to castle,
Back when the bridge was
Stone and roughly-hewn wood.

The waves crash upon the rocks below,
Tide eddying into...

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" She danced that
     the way it should be danced.
     And the way she wanted."
            ...

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" She danced that
     the way it should be danced.
     And the way she wanted."
            ...

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Along the roads of grassy fields 
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.

Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way,  ...

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" She danced the way it should be danced.
   And the way she wanted."

  -Raymond Carver


Eddying in a commotion of color, 
fall's dispensation of red, green and gold;
blended with Zephyrs' mysterious rhythms,
a...

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Nobody told me freedom was so cold,
When I tore myself away
From the uneventful warmth
Of an ordinary family …

Thrashing about me in my confusion.
Wounding anyone who cared …
The tears slashing my mother’s face
Like razor blades …

But...

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Mother Nature, divine and yet so whimsical
Her flowing streams fall warm, healing and abiding   
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores,  
cradle us asleep, with your gentle waves 
harboring the dour...

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