Sur les mêmes toiles, peindre les sentiments de souvenir.
Sous d'autres cieux, semer les espoirs d'avenir.
Quels que soient les environs, quel que soit le chemin,
On te voit toujours tendant sans discrimination la main,
Aux élèves dans l'aisance et aux ceux dans le besoin,
Oeuvrant pour les faire s'épanouir dans ton jardin.
Si les lieux aux liens de ta trace deviennent aromatique,
C'est grâce à tes pas modèles qui marquent ta pratique:
Les broussailles rustiques inhalant la senteur de parfum,
Le Lac de l'Ouest douillet ayant l'appas d'emprunt.
L'abord amène s'affiche d'entre tout les mouvements
Dans ton enseignement, où s'écoule l'élégance et l'aisance.
Les moissons massives se font à chacun moment
Dans ta classe, où s'allument la connaissance et la jouissance.
Te voilà! Une fois ton émission répandue de vive voix,
Dans l'oubli tombent les annonceuses de choix.
Te voilà! Une fois présenté ton attrayant visage,
De l'oisiveté s'agite l'esprit de tout sage.
Où vas-tu nous emmener, à travers cet atelier incoloré?
Voilà! La fenêtre ouverte aux constellations diaprées!
Categories:
ouverte, appreciation, eulogy, teacher, teachers
Form: Rhyme
"Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . ."
Many will never see the Lady, but we know her.
She stands in the harbor, her Torch of Freedom
held high - a Beacon of Hope
for those who gaze upon her,
a Symbol for all they seek.
And seek, they do. Millions come
a bouche ouverte*
willing to risk their lives for a chance
to live free, work hard, raise families,
and to worship as they please.
What we fought to win for ourselves,
we fight to offer the world.
What we treasure most, we desire for all.
From every mountaintop,
let Freedom ring!
*Open mouthed, with no criticism.
Categories:
ouverte, america, freedom, religious,
Form: Free verse
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
Categories:
ouverte, beauty, betrayal, courage, emotions,
Form: Sonnet