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11 novembre 2014 2 11 /11 /novembre /2014 09:20

  

                                                       mi nus

                                                 deux trois surfeurs

                                                 narguant les vagues

 

                                                             *

 

                                                 oeuvre de tague :

                                              " ce mur est moche "

                                             les yeux de la choutte

 

                                                              *

 

                                              des crottes de bique ...

                                              mais de quelle chèvre ?

                                              passant le blockhaus

 

                                                               *

 

                                              dans la fleur de roquette

                                                une abeille ouvrière

                                                         se partine

 

                                                               *

 

                                               construction en ruine

                                                là où le vitre brisée

                                               les pigéon s'accoupent

 

                                                                *

 

                                                   un filet du sabre

                                                   que l'on partage

                                            - pleine lune d'Automne

                                                                 *

                                           

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8 novembre 2014 6 08 /11 /novembre /2014 23:59

 

                                                 Bó hoa tàn .

                                                 Những nụ hồng

                                                 màu huyết dụ

 

                                                             *

 

                                                                        Pot - pourri

                                                                        Ngày cũ không thể

                                                   

                                                                       thành hoa

 

                                                             *

 

                                                     

                              Bức ảnh cũ

                             " Thời hoa đỏ "

                                màu mưa

 

                                                             *

 

                                                                                Rừng thu

                                                                             xào xạc bước chân

                                                                               nhép nước

 

                                                              *

 

                               Pin hết

                             màn hình giàn giụa

                               ánh trăng

 

                                                              *

 

                                                                         Lành lạnh mùa sang

                                                                          Lách tách lửa hồng

                                                                                  góc bếp

 

                                                             *

 

                         Hài xiếc

                Một mình đi qua

                    những giấc mơ

 

                                                               *

 

                                                                             Cây diếp dại nở hoa

                                                                                     trên tường

                                                                          Những tháng ngày lưu lạc

 

                                                              *

 

                                                       

                                                      Lưng cá kiếm

                                                         Uống rượu

                                                          với trăng

 


                                                   


                                                


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3 novembre 2014 1 03 /11 /novembre /2014 23:59

 

                                                  Mùa hè Rớt

                                              Đậu trên trang sách

                                                  chiếc lá phong

 

                                                            *

 

                                              Một nửa vầng trăng

                                                  soi soi nghĩa địa

                                               mà không thấy Rằm

 

                                                             *

 

                                                 Xanh lá dâu tằm

                                               tháng Mười nắng đỏ

                                                váy xống tháng Năm

 

                                                              *

 

                                                       Halloween-

                                                  Trái bầu nằm mơ

                                                       chestnuts

 

                                                               *

 

                                                    Cải ngồng lại nở

                                                    tiếng con sáo nhỏ

                                                     líu ríu sợi đàn

 

                                                                *

 

                                                   Một góc trời xanh

                                                   Rực tường nho dại

                                                    Khói bay yên lành.

 

                                                   


 



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3 novembre 2014 1 03 /11 /novembre /2014 11:31

 

                                             Immense plage .

                                             Derrière sa maitresse

                                             la petite chienne.

 

                                                          *

 

                                             La manège tourne

                                             dans un aire de jeux -

                                             L'odeur de la pipe

 

                                                             *

 

                                         Quelques grains de sable

                                               collé à mes tallons -

                                                Chemin du côtier

 

                                                              *

 

                                                 Le ciel se déchire

                                                 Léchant mes pas

                                              blancheur de vagues

 

                                                               *

 

                                              Les yeux vers le large

                                          sur un grand banc publique

                                                  chatting des ados

 

                                                                *

 

                                                  Elle court , il court

                                                    l'un suit l'autre

                                                   L'étroits escaliers

 

                                                                 ...


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27 octobre 2014 1 27 /10 /octobre /2014 23:59

 

                                                champs labouré -

                                                quelques lombrics

                                                se promèment

 

                                                            *

 

                                                reglé la pendule

                                                les machines tournent

                                                toujours dans le vide

 

                                                            *

 

                                                  sur la pelouse

                                                  fin de voyages

                                                  des feuilles

 

                                                            *

 

                                                 rentrant du marché

                                                 loudeur dans ses mains

                                                 cadeaux de la fofêt

 

                                                            *

 

                                                     page tourné -

                                                 dans les rayons du jour

                                                  deux trois poussières

 

                                                             *


                                                                                    c'est comme ça  

                                                  une porte s'ouverte

                                                  l'autre se ferme

                                                       

 

                                                             *

 

                                                  dans la veille mare

                                                  il y a toujours le vent

                                                     qui souffle

 

                                                            *

 

                                                  foot après foot

                                                  le courreur a l'aire

                                                           usé

 

                                                             *

 

                                                  les enfant rirent

                                                  autour d'une courge

                                                  dorée d'Automne

 

                                                             *

 

                                                   grande tisanne

                                                 soudain poussé des ailes

                                                      mon rêve

                                               

 

                                                            

 

                                                  

                                                   

                                                

                                             

                                                 

                                              


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21 octobre 2014 2 21 /10 /octobre /2014 23:59

  

 

                                                  Nắng Thu.

                                                  Ở phía cuối vườn

                                                  mùi lá cháy.

 

                                                            *

 

                                                   Áo ngày xưa ấy ...

                                                   Cha ngồi lau ủng

                                                   Mưa Thu

 

                                                             *

 

                                                   Con rắn cạp nia

                                                   trốn trong bậc thềm

                                                   rạn nứt .

 

                                                              *

 

                                                   Nghệ thuật sống -

                                                   Thơm lừng hành tỏi

                                                    Gà quay ...

 

                                                               *

 

                                                    Trơ trọi cành cây

                                                    Con chim cổ đỏ

                                                    tìm hoài nắng mai

 

                                                                *

 

                                                    Dưới tán cây sồi

                                                    bài thơ viết dở...

                                                    Bao nhiêu năm rồi ?

                                                       

                                                            ******

                                                   

 

                                                    

                                                  

                                                 

                               

                                     


 

                                                  

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16 octobre 2014 4 16 /10 /octobre /2014 10:35

 

                                          la veille solitaire

                                          à la même table

                                        en face de personne

 

                                        ( elle me fait un signe

                                            poulet au curry

                                           son hors - d'oeuvre )

 

                                                        *

 

                                           pluie ... tic ...toc...

                                           la salle est remplie

                                                qu'a moitié

 

                                                          *

 

                                              bigorneaux en entrée

                                              du poivre et du sel

                                               je les saupourdre

 

                                                            *

 

                                                         La suite -

                                            cette lettre à la poste !

                                                 sans commentaire

 

                                                              *

 

                                                   troisième plat -

                                              du lait et lait et lait

                                                  en toutes sauces

 

                                                              *

 

                                             l'homme de l'autre table 

                                              à côté de son épouse -

                                               pot d' yaoute en mains

 

                                                               *

 

                                               jn'aime peu la crème

                                            d'anglais ... encore moins

                                                    celle en boite

 

                                                                ( beurk ... c'est vrai

                                                  qu'elle flotte -

                                                                    l'ile flottante )

 

                                                                *

 

                                                   croquer une cône

                                                        c'est mieux

                                                   que le paris - brest

 

  ...   

 

                    Sortir , c'est retrouver les plaisirs de rentrer chez soi .

 

                                                     Line Jolyot


 

                                            



 

                                        


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14 octobre 2014 2 14 /10 /octobre /2014 09:55

 

                                              inondation

                                                à la télé

                                            de l'eau forte

 

                                                      *

 

                                               les routes

                                          deviennent fleuves

                                              - inondation

 

                                                       *

 

                                         dans de tourbillons

                                                les voitures

                                                    flottent

 

                                                         *

 

                                            Ö ! Romantique !

                                             l'Italie terrestre

                                                 - inondation

 

                                                           *

 

                                      sur les toites des maisons

                                                    les tentes

                                                     de garde

 

                                                             *

 

                                                  dans les nuages

                                                    trône la lune

                                                      inondation

 

                                                              *

 

                                                      la maison

                                             de cent ans dans le lit

                                              de rivière est disparue

 

                                                                *

 

                                               là - bas la sécheresse

                                                ailleurs  feu d'artifice

                                                       inondation içi

 

                                                                 *

 

                                                         sans rêver -

                                                   l'Eté en Automne

                                             compote de pomme - fraise

 

                                                                  *

 

                                               un homme dans sa barque

                                                      flotte dans le rest

                                                          d'inondation

 

                                                               ******


                                                        

 

                                            

                                         

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12 octobre 2014 7 12 /10 /octobre /2014 09:57

 

                                              grasse matinée

                                       la chaleur de mon corps

                                              dans la couette

 

                                                          *

                                       

                                              Automne arrive

                                        Je teinte mes cheveux

                                               aubrun ( 6.5 )

 

                                                           *

 

                                               j'allume le feu

                                         les abres s'éffeuillent

                                              la pluie pianote

 

                                                          *

 

                                                Ö ! Solitude !

                                          un morceau de palette

                                        pour combien de lentilles ?

 

                                                          *

 

                                              l'odeur de fruits

                                     dans le thé de l'Automne

                                                       rouge

 

                                                          *

                                        

                                        l'ombre de la rose rouge

                                              projeté sur le mur

                                                  sans parfum

 

                                                           *

 

                                                  la rose ardent

                                          le ciel bleu Provence

                                                  - l'été indien

 

                                                            *

           

                                                  de mes poème

                                               j'allume tout ce feu

                                                  de la cheminée

 

                                                              *

 

                                              mes ongles noicissent

                                              prête pour l'Haloween-

                                                 ramassant les noix

 

                                                               *

 

                                                    pluvieux hier

                                                pluvieux aujourd'hui

                                                  la rivière charrie

 

                                                          ******

 

                


 

                                                  

                                              

                                             


                               


                                  

                            

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7 octobre 2014 2 07 /10 /octobre /2014 11:43

 

                                           pause restaurant -

                                  les travailleurs et des pasants 

                                           nez dans l'assiette

 

                                                          *

 

                                             face à la fenêtre

                                       une veille fille déjeune

                                                  en silence

 

                                                           *

 

                                          ( de temps en temps

                                            elle regarde l'écran

                                              de son portable )

 

                                                            *

 

                                                   Grand table

                                        des hommes en cravattes

                                                  sans femmes

 

                                                             *

 

                                              régime sans viande

                                              dans leur plat plein

                                                      de frites

 

                                                             *

 

                                          un couple ( à la retraite ?)

                                                     en tête à tête

                                                une énorme Blonde

 

                                                              *

 

                                           les chauffeurs du camions

                                                préferent la viande

                                                     que l'omlette

 

                                                                *

 

                                               salade en self - sevice

                                         les coeurs d'artichauts en boite

                                                   snacks et tralala

 

                                                                *

 

                                                    tickets de resto

                                                       la Boss çait

                                                   ce lui qui bosse

 

                                                                *

                                          douze euros et des poussières

                                                 la note - un quart

                                                      et trois plats





                               

                       

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