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Best Poems From
SYLVIE LAUNAY
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Feline thoughts
Your feline grace is coming near me
Your green almond eyes look at me lovingly
With a tenderness being eternally mine.
Your small velvet tabby paws move
While giving out your quiet and vibrating lullaby.
Sweet mysterious and imperceptible muse
Your haughty and generous paradox inspires me
As Baudelaire and so many poets attempting to decipher
The secret charm and unique beauty of the masterpiece you are,
Seeking with you a sweet refuge from their miseries.
Faithful wanderer of twilights
You are the untiring companion of the moon,
Enamoured of adventure and freedom, high dilettante spirit
You, delicate aesthete turns into a sanguinary tiger
But small mischievous demon, you ever get absolution.
When you get back, Nature invited herself in your fur
I greatly admire the majestic ceremony of your preening.
I am your hostess and savour the kindness of your presence,
You will never be mine but we shall be knit together forever,
Come close to me, my kitten and let us share our voluptuous pleasure.
Written & translated by myself.
Sylvie Launay
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Like a river
Gracious and pure, you flow with serenity
Skirting around rocks, dragging gold and silver leaves
Imperturbable, you let your fairy train gliding along
At times, you may hide behind a charming veil of haze
Adorn your silhouette with an iridescent muslin of sun
Ignoring the mood of passing seasons
You edge your way into the shade of willows doomed to cry
Burst with enthusiasm, creep over generous pastures
And under stone bridges, you leave your mark on pillars.
The owl enchants the obscure curves of your meanders
Stars sow diamonds on your grey-blue night velvet
When rain doesnt dance with its thousands little imps
The birds symphony rises with the morning light
Sun in your mystical water is cleft by reflecting itself
Versatile dragonflies relieve the magic in sarabands
Lost souls are bending down your mirror of wisdom
They envy you your imposing bearing not to await them
You keep on flooding the world with your youth, endlessly.
To my mum
Sylvie Launay
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The key of my dreams
I feel back tonight the poetry of my dreams in soul agitation
My nocturnal strolls have not ruined your wooden sides
The star king accurately drops his glints on your mirrors.
In the grounds, old oaks revel in their shiny ornament
I admire these velvety rose trees tenderly marrying on your veins.
Fire is always lit there when I instinctively enter
This two levels room, barefoot on the beech floor
My poets collections are scattered on the silk carpet
The cats of my life still sleep and are unaware of me
I leave them with their soft dreams and carry on with mine.
My verses await me yonder, on the bonheur-du-jour close to the casement
I can enjoy Zephir dancing on summer meadows and groves
I became attached to you, house of my dreams, the only one
During my long dreamlike journeys, on my moons lane,
Home of my childhood dreams, still exquisite and faithful you remain.
Refuge of my secret thoughts, cave of peace and hope quest
I often wish to meet you one day beyond this illusory world
Which link ties me to your charming mystery?
Have I once been a poet?
My quill is laying down, finds back its inkwell, the dream vanishes...
I shall come back dear for sure and I preciously keep your key in my dreams.
Sylvie Launay
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Alive as the wind
How nebulous is life destiny
No one could guide heart from ones own free will
Like a rolled around kite breaking its string
Through turbulences escaping from Eoles water skin.
You stare down at the chasm, misty eyed
Attracted by the dark emptiness of your life
Still wonder why suffering these hostile mights,
When wind cannot drive out the clouds.
Your torment unflaggingly echoes
O dilemma, succumbing to the void call
Or licking your wounds with petals of hope
Save your soul, so beautiful to give up all.
Wind messengers will dizzily blow you away
Light and abandoned, as a leaf, trimmed with lace
Chiselled by ordeals, will lay you down with grace,
In a haven of tenderness, in aliveness.
Sylvie Launay
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