Tag: poem

  • Mmm… Apples!

    Eating the ones on the ground was not enough
    Hanging just right here, there’s the good stuff
    Nomnomnom like there is no tomorrow
    Eat first and ask later, you’ll never know.

    ***

    Manger les pommes éparpillées n’était pas assez,
    Croquons maintenant celles qui nous pendent sous le nez
    Niamniamniam comme s’il n’y avait de lendemains
    Mange d’abord puis pense après, c’est notre refrain

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Mmm… Apples!

    Eating the ones on the ground was not enough
    Hanging just right here, there’s the good stuff
    Nomnomnom like there is no tomorrow
    Eat first and ask later, you’ll never know.

    ***

    Manger les pommes éparpillées n’était pas assez,
    Croquons maintenant celles qui nous pendent sous le nez
    Niamniamniam comme s’il n’y avait de lendemains
    Mange d’abord puis pense après, c’est notre refrain

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • River in the woods

    Come here by the river, away from the sun my love
    dip your sore feet in the fresh water
    hear a gentle wind shake the leaves above
    And let us rest here a while together

    ***

    Viens te réfugier à l’ombre des arbres
    Trempe tes petits petons dans l’eau fraîche
    Écoute le vent chahuter les feuilles et lézarde
    Restons ici un instant, le temps que tout sèche

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6 

  • Burning away

    Everything comes to pass
    Some slowly fading away
    Some brightly burning away
    It’s a matter of scales, lass

    All memories, belongings
    Nothing remains but ashes
    Fire transmute everything,
    As slow as it can be fast.

    ***

    Tout passe, inéluctablement
    Parfois s’effaçant lentement
    Parfois s’embrasant violemment
    Ce n’est qu’une question de temps

    Possessions, souvenirs et richesses
    Rien ne reste que des cendres guère épaisses
    Le feu, terriblement envoûtant.
    Transmute tout dans le brasier du temps

    ink doodle on A6 sketchbook / Encre de chine sur carnet A6

  • Lily of the valley

    Springs seems earlier each year
    Tell me you too has been aware
    Of the subtle changing of season
    Has man forgot how to reason?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Stranded flutist

    The flutist has played for eons
    To calm the Sultan of Demons
    Or so it seems, no time here,
    No place either, so crowded

    So when came the feeble call
    from a teeny tiny blue ball
    It came and eat profusely
    And now wanders aimlessly

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • Feral Bone Spirit, Ep21
    Sleeping

    How long will you sleep?
    How many days and nights?
    All I can do is watch
    You tiny little rabbit

    Pencil doodle on A6 Sketchbook – The adventures of a feral bone spirit