Emotions and images get lost in the meanders of my mind.
Quick, sit at your keyboard, the messages are impatient.
Lay down the ideas as one hangs a handkerchief on a clothesline.
Sentences crash onto the white of a page for a birth.
But before all that, weeks spent watching the world change.
But before all that, days and nights with opposing dreams.
Above all, writing lines of thought that will become tomorrow’s poems.
Above all, forcing the release of words trapped in a spider’s web.
A spark, a trigger will be the prelude to creation, its genesis.
Diving into the pantry — rest for ideas, for chimera, for every resonance.
Will you be a universe or an introspection, a flash or a revolution.
Despite this cerebral storm, visions collide: a mobilization.
Returning to origins, seeing oneself again as a child, sometimes a tree or an ocean.
Becoming a thinker or a moralist, finally not knowing, just searching oneself.
Feeling a kind of urgency to offer a message or a perception.
But before obtaining those epigrams that form a hymn,
Always — and above all — inspiration.
Joël Charvillat
He was a Mean Scout,
This showing with a pout,
His Upper Lip and The Lower out:
Just finer than a pig’s snout!
He was a Coarse Scout,
Readiness showing for a bout,
With knees at the mercy of gout;
An eagerness to a rival rout!
But should a well-groomed scout
The slogans of The Rash tout;
An integrity leave in doubt;
Shoulders rub with a lout…
Sacrosanct rules of scout
Flippantly flout?
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon "Joyous Women’s Day"
Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie
Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.
mon amour
poursuis tes rêves
il n’y a pas de temps à perdre
rejette toute trace d’énergie négative
piètre pluie sur le dos d’un canard
la vie est si courte
Translated from my poem WITH ALL YOUR HEART
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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