Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Béatrice Machet # 98-99 EACH DAY MIGHT BE A POEM



It’s like a spring cleaning
the wind sweeps clouds across the sky
It’s time for giving them back to the sea
where waves are bulging are making bumps trying to catch
the white masses above
it’s time for the laundry to be done great style
it’s time for draining the gray remains of winter
shift to a new green instead of dirt
make the eyes saturated with vividness which will
rinse out all traces of smokes  for
from now on
each day might be a poem.

C’est comme un nettoyage de printemps
le vent balaye les nuages du ciel
il est temps de les rendre à la mer
où les vagues bombent et bossent essayant d’attraper
la blanche masse au-dessus d’elles
c’est l’heure de la lessive à finir en beauté
il est temps d’évacuer les restes gris de l’hiver
pour les remplacer par un vert tout neuf
que les yeux soient saturés de vivacité qui
lavera toutes les traces de fumées  car
à partir de maintenant
chaque jour pourrait être un poème

3 comments:

  1. Love it. It's so good reading your work. (What's more, anything with laundry in it always grabs my attention;)

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  2. Ha! sounds like a Spring poem.... full of promise!

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  3. Well, Spring is gorgeous in south of France... and making the laundry is like a meditation isn't!

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