Pied

Et comment elle marche sur le bitume .

Chaussure a perdu sa semelle prude..

Partie  semelle vers d'autres aventures

Avec les beaux jours  : "rien de prévu"

Semelle bon marché jamais ne dure..

 Et elle marche comment sans semelle aux pieds !

 Où elle va  retrouver cette chaude intimité,

 Entre pieds et chaussures, amitié certifiée,

 Protection rapprochée pour anti-estropié !

 Car semelle à vie ne peut durer, ne peut durer ...

 Surtout l'été lorsque soleil pointe son nez,

 Chaussure casse-pieds dit semelle libérée ..!

 Sauter pieds joints dans les herbes mouillées.

 Au parfum de rose des prés...

 Sans chaussures aux pieds.

 Ni odeur qui monte au nez.

 Lorsque voici l'été, chaussure se met à rêver!

 A d'autres semelles à ses pieds,

 Rouges, jaunes, bleu ou bien rosées.

 Peau de cuir bien doré.

 Au soleil comme femmes nées

 D'un désir de mettre un autre pied

 Dans chaussure de tous côtés charmée.

 Ca vient, ça va comme des corps aux pieds.

Elisabeth Žarkov

Storm

Le tonnerre grondait au dessus de nos têtes

C'était même pas l'hiver. L'herbe était verte.

Mais écrasée par cette pluie battante, manquait d'aire.

Cette herbe trop frêle pour ces années lumières.

La teintant jaune misère comme le blé colère

Lorsque le brûle de trop le soleil, venu du ciel.

Retombent ses rayons sur terre dès lors en jachère .

Devenue inhospitalière est et sera pour nos têtes

Et puis mais égale! Moi je pars avec Martin Guerre.

Retrouver la mémoire d'un temps passé l'héritière.

De nos souvenirs subtilement éphémères.

Dans cette atmosphère étrange et légère.

Elisabeth Žarkov

Saffron

I have run out of words to tell you I love you Earth

I went to the sky to find the feather of hell

Will I survive the Stone Age Fire?

If I manage to save a few species

I do not want to draw any glory from it

Nor money, nor a decoration and Justice be

See, Lord, how I lose my head over this

Lord from where? What do I know, me the rebel

Who comes from brotherly flames, I am so

At the source I take the words so understood they will be

A long time ago a world was only asking to live

After six thousand years here and there towns went to sleep

By I do not know what maybe ignorance

Where fire was burnt by intolerance

There is there distrust in alternation

While there is no more water in the fields

And the light of heaven is refusing her perceptivity

She gave so much and so much kindness

After so many wars under breezes devoid of meaning

Go say to the dictators that she is coming back from ancient times

The Earth who abounds in loving flowers

Mighty people hear these thousand words from the white dove

Her feathers are turned lovely by them they announce spring

Hello centuries back from wars sailing before the wind

They are slowly drained

Children coming from past times refuse to destroy the Earth

From those fires in which heather over one's shoulder is dying

See Princes, Tyrants how the sky angers

In your letters made of nuclear alchemies

It's the same old story welded to our miseries

We forget Fire Sky and Earth

I have run out of words to tell you I love you Earth

I went to the sky to find the feather of hell

Will I survive Stone Age Fire?

See my back broken by all this hell on earth

Exploring osmosis in Universe

I come back from Large Land rewinding the rout backwards

And I spend full nights to save the nightingale singing

Slowly announcing winds of change

By these nonsense where Time, partisan, elegantly discourses

Not to offend the Wind with all of these empty noises, only too often

A war has started there "oh it's so far" says the guardian stallion

Go Mighty people and tell the flamboyant fires that Earth intolerates

Under the Earth who slowly gets exhausted under ivy

After so many wars rancid cavalier years

Go tell the Sky that I will go and pray on the ephemeral Fire

So that it becomes only a wavering Earth

Where water drop by drop is streaming

The Earth, Noble Lady with the saffron ribbon

Elisaabeth Žarkov