you take the Sun
it has sun rays
like in the drawings of little children
you take the Earth
it grows with people
and other living beings
and even this little snake
which I saw this morning
dead, killed
by the guardian man
that thin, dead line of a life
dead baby snake
it shines too
it makes the Earth grow
which I saw this morning
dead, killed
by the guardian man
that thin, dead line of a life
dead baby snake
it shines too
it makes the Earth grow
green hills have hearts
and eyes and mouths
and bandits
what's in the heart of a bandit?
who
sits under the Sun
or in your heart?
the hills have ordinary people too
the people have words,
en tout cas,
ça, c'est très bien
and if I am an intruder
if I am to think of myself as an intruder
then I would say
that the intruder is little more than just
a drop of rain
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You take the rain,
ReplyDeleteand the little clouds of dust that fly when the drops land on dusty soil.
You take the Earth,
that drinks your single drop and shoves up new growth to the sun.
I'll take the time,
and I'll keep these words though the image of money is lost on me.
Just beautiful! Let it rain!
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ReplyDeletehohoho so much sweet good wishes …
ReplyDeletebut that's life :
sun burns
snake is dead
bandits kill while eating the green hill’s heart
small people die speaking
and you, small drop of rain,
have you got faith
and strength enough
to go on falling
till you become a usefull brook ?
may be or maybe not !
but you, you try ...
and that is more important
than the best wishes
even than money
for the health of Africa
We could use some rain here, too, so feel free to drop by! :)
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Does the rain sing
or does it simply
make others sing, and
dance and rejoice?
The rain should sing.
Difficiles.
You take the sun,
it sings.
I know this is true,
I heard it from the rain.
You take the smallest
particle
of rain, and in it is
reflected the world.
The sun takes the rain.
It does!
The sun takes the rain
on a spaceship cloud ride
over forests that look like
maps.
Tout le monde.
You take maps, maps
of the world.
Look down! When you see a place
where you want to drop,
or where you don't want to drop
but you need to drop,
or they need you to drop,
travail!
And you drop there.
You take the pictures.
And show us what you see.
And tell us
what your heart sees.
Surtout.
Sing, raindrop.
I want to hear it.
As always I enjoy your poems and postings and I am following your journey with great interest, but so far I don't think this would be my first choice for places to visit or live in. It feels scary. But once I got to know some people there I am sure I would feel differently. Cheery, LoisH
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ReplyDeletea sad but beautiful mind.
J.
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