Poésie de la Vie

Poésie de la Vie

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Step into the intimate world of "Poésie de la Vie," where each page is a journey through the depths of human emotion. In this collection, I open the door to my innermost thoughts and struggles, offering a sanctuary within the art of poetry. Infused with the melodic beauty of the French language, these verses reflect my profound connection to its lyrical essence. From moments of despair to glimmers of hope, each poem is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, guiding readers through the intricate tapestry of life's complexities. Join me on this poetic odyssey as we navigate the labyrinth of emotion together, finding solace and understanding in the shared experience of being human.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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