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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

Heeding Nature










 

 

Heeding Nature

Without nature
We could not get the pleasure
for toning life down

nature is the source
from which We can draw resources
for heart's enjoyment.

nature always spares
us from pain in laying bare
its wealth measureless.

no one is too wise
to get the mind taken rise
than things of nature.

always there to care
for each one of us
We must cherish it.

Olvens Louissaint
 

I was born in HAITI (gonave island). I am a self-known writer. I even learn English by myself. I already won 3 bronze awards and 3 silver certificates of appreciation in poetry contests. I have no published book, but I am correcting and completing my first poetry book (les cris de mon coeur en deliria=the cries of my heart into delirium)

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