till tiny

births

denisheudre — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:23:56 +0000

would the world be different
if little babies
were born bursting out laughing
and not shouting out?

denisheudre — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:15:28 +0000

before the black
decomposition of blue

blue of fault
then
posthumous blue

imprisoned blood
stagnating in mud

night

denisheudre — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 17:12:38 +0000

spring-dissension-snow
the cold is crackling
and making itself feverish of blue

ground-shoulder
at time arches itself
the day awaits us

and already invite water
memory of banks
without the travel

denisheudre — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 17:01:29 +0000

at dawn
the mother’s blood
another burning sky

there will be no more retouch
the world is launched
between doors and roads

to travel with oneself
blood road
towards a blocked downstream

not much images will remain
perhaps a beauty spot

denisheudre — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:51:22 +0000

a veil of blue
hardly crumpled
of dragonflies

any childhood
has the sky
for playing field

denisheudre — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:38:29 +0000

you come
the day is rising
the world is symmetrical

the heart becomes lighter
the sky is breathing
memory is fertile

the hour is faded
the die is launched
hazard is flimsy

in ” un monde en prose” Apogee éditions

denisheudre — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:24:15 +0000

the metal hour
with the beam of the winds

the morning seek
its papers

denisheudre — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:14:28 +0000

black
black on shade
Beck sees it moved

this is not night
just a threshold
offered to the light

denisheudre — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 16:48:41 +0000

I live in a poem

at the end of the third stanza

on the left

denisheudre — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:53:09 +0000

of shade the abode
a man is entering

arid body
perhaps flesh
perhaps elsewhere