Kates Playground Red Shoes

"The Poet" Cecile Corbel

~ š Poet > ™

Slide, dancing, twirling the pen ...

Sub arabesques Black Ink,

ignite moult perfume of hope,

Who dissipate static haze.

Here and there on the white page

flower gardens and fabulous worlds.

Parades mutineers and joyful words

Invite senses asleep for the trip.

is the soul of a utopian, a dreamer

Who painted this in a thousand shades.

Like a juggler, a mountebank gent,

He juggles with words ... emotions.

He is the conductor, Poet.

rhymes, metaphors and neologisms

Become waltzes and roundels celebrations.

Let yourself be enchanted by its partition

Where the verb rubs illusionism.

Bring your senses to the madness!

Hélégia (02/12/2006)