'Breezing Through' & 'Origin' || Fabrice Poussin



by Fabrice Poussin

Breezing Through

Carefree as yesterday she moves

gently flowing across the fields

of lives now deserted.

Shades of a sun softly dance

they cast memories of recent joys

upon grasses brown in April.

Rust sings in the playground

echoing cries of lost children

games abandoned in the dust.

Joyful signs of rainbow neon

flicker above sterile palaces

resounding with feeble sighs.

It might be another sacred dawn

when clocks have ceased the race

in the midst of eternal winds. 


In solemn amazement parting those gentle petals

I dive deepest into the darkness of my own mysteries.

Swimming within the waves of a voracious ocean

I make way to the brightness of the uncommon abyss.

Hands joined as in a prayer to forces of a great realm

part again to receive the awesome blessings of infinity.

Within a world like a womb, tingling of fragile stars

upon its walls I long for the vast milky embrace.

Jettisoned through time, pulsating across dimensions

I surrender all will to resist wrapped in the magnificent vessel.

The end of the journey within reach if perhaps not yet

senses are overcome, unified from within.

I await the revelation ahead into the sea raging below

where birth will remain suspended and the hours be still.


Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.

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