“The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Résonance de la vie
They say
Hearing is the last sense
To close down
As we die
I have always had
Sensitive hearing
Will the echo of
The flames
Lapping at me
Carry me off
From this life
To what lies
Ahead
Résonance
Of a child’s cry
The lover’s threat
Crashing of waves
Ricochet
Accompany me now
And evermore
Better the laughter
And tears
Than no sounds
At all
Bisous,
Léa
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Merci!
Léa
i’ll check it out! Thanks!
Merci! 🙂
This is beautiful Lea, quite dark but beautiful and very thought provoking
Christine
Thank you. As you know, sometimes we have some dark thoughts. However, did not seem to come from a dark place when writing it…
Bisous,
Léa
a very thought provoking and brave piece léa.. made me shiver a bit and wondering how it will be in the last moments..
Thank you Claudia. I cannot accept that bravery had anything to do with it. As often happens, it just leaked upon the page.
“How can I know what I think, until I see what I say?” E.M. Forster
Léa
A journey beyond which my thoughts also sometimes dwell on but yet remains mysterious and unfathomable …till I get there. Good read Lea, very thought provoking!
You are kind and I thank you. Due to my work and my personal journey, I have ventured where most do not care to think of. Yet now I am here and I never thought life could be so good. I am indeed fortunate.
Léa
I am glad I had my ears open for this to creep in…
Merci!
Hear hear 🙂 A very moving piece, it got me, the reader, drawn in from the first line. Brilliant writing! 🙂 ♥
Merci! I hope you will visit again soon.
Léa
Merci bien! I hope you will visit me again. 🙂
So sad we’ve been taught to approach the gate in fear. Maybe it’s really a celebration, Lea
Neither really. Just a musing about the senses and memory.
Have you published? You must, please!
Actually, I have done two small chapbooks under my married name. The first is available at Shakespeare & Company in Paris. However, I don’t even have a copy of it anymore. It was sold in a few local bookshops back in Sacramento and is in The California State Library. The title: Reality Is Relative: And other lies my birth certificate told me. The second was, Lies, Damned Lies And Poetry. It included copies of two of my paintings. I still have a few copies here but cannot think of anywhere else you would find it. It was also sold in a few bookstores that sold the work of local poets back in Sacramento but the few copies that were out there are most likely long gone. As a former member of The Vietnamese International Poetry Society, I have appeared in two of their volumes. There have also been a few other anthologies along the way. I guess this blog was a way to get my words back out there…