LES CENDRES

                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                     LES CENDRES                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                Notre bel amour a brûlé                                                                                      
                                                Tout comme un brasier ardant                                                                            
                                                Un tas de cendres a laissé                                                                                  
                                                Et de grands ressentiments                                                                                
                                                Laissant mon coeur gros, éteint                                                                          
                                                Sans vie et tout en lambeaux                                                                              
                                                Et je suis comme un pantin.                                                                                
                                                J'ai mon âme en sanglots .                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                             
                                               Mes beaux rêves sont brisés                                                                                
                                               Et je ne fais que survivre .                                                                                     
                                               Je suis toute désemparée                                                                                     
                                               Et le chagrin qui m'enivre                                                                                      
                                               Un long film malheureux                                                                                        
                                               Qui passe , qui passe sans cesse                                                                         
                                               Lentement devant mes yeux                                                                                  
                                               Embués par la tristesse  .                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                              
                                              Le coeur rongé de regrets                                                                                       
                                              Aussi par le mauvais sort                                                                                        
                                              Qui ne peut les effacer                                                                                            
                                              De mon coeur gros qui est mort                                                                              
                                              Il ne veut plus rien entendre  ,                                                                                 
                                              Même la voix de la raison                                                                                        
                                              Ce n'est qu'un grand tas de cendres                                                                       
                                              Laissé là, à l'abandon!...                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                         Mocotte                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                   ecrit en   1955                                                                                     

Comments

[Noloiv]

L'essence d'un regard nouveau rallumera une flamme! C'est très beau! :-)

[mocotte45@hotmail.com]

peut être que c'est beau mais ce n'est qu'un poème

[adeline]

c supér beau continu come sa bon courage mocotte, amouresement adeline

[mocotte]

merci de tes encouragement j'en ai grand besoin! bisous