In voice / Poem by Mar Thieriot

Poem by Mar Thieriot


In voice

Speak not the language of reason
But "the voice of the living" 1
The voice of tenderness in his eyes
In his soft and firm hands
The voice of the dense forest
Disorienting, deep
Following the text of the river
That undulates a path towards the ocean
The song of the water and the birds
The thunderbolt  sound
The rain that streams
The silence of a returning light...
To become lightning, to become flight,
To become an infinite forest
To leave the bank of the familiar words
To drown in its marble arms
Stranger to myself.

1 - Reference to the recent thoughts of Prof. Hubert Landier.




Paiting by Mar Thieriot