{"id":66,"date":"2013-03-09T18:19:02","date_gmt":"2013-03-09T16:19:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ecrire-coach.biographe-valeriejean.fr2013\/03\/09\/le-moulin\/"},"modified":"2013-03-09T18:19:02","modified_gmt":"2013-03-09T16:19:02","slug":"le-moulin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ecrire-coach.biographe-valeriejean.fr\/?p=66","title":{"rendered":"Po\u00e9sie \u00ab\u00a0Le moulin\u00a0\u00bb"},"content":{"rendered":"

Po\u00e9sie \u00e9crite en atelier d’\u00e9criture<\/h1>\n

Invitation \u00e0 l’\u00e9criture en s’imaginant la journ\u00e9e d’un meunier<\/h2>\n

6H\/ Les yeux bouffis de la fi\u00e8vre maligne des insomnies. Odeurs de poussi\u00e8re encore, encore mais l\u00e8ve toi, va drainer ton or.<\/span><\/p>\n

7H\/ Le bras de la plinthe se tord sur le museau de la coquine qui vient prendre mon \u00e9pi. Le flot dormeur en a couvert le bruit.<\/span><\/p>\n

8H\/ La routine s’\u0092installe, grincements des poutres, meules roulant dans un rythme infini. Routine, le mot m’\u0092interpelle ce sera pour plus tard, je fuis.<\/span><\/p>\n

11H\/ Faim, grand faim. L\u0092’air est \u00e0 point pour ouvrir ce creux qui crie dans mon int\u00e9rieur. Bienvenu le morceau de pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

13H\/ La paupi\u00e8re tombe et d\u00e9gringole mon esprit dans une sieste profonde. Ronronronron\u0085\u0085\u0085.<\/span><\/p>\n

18H\/ Le quadrille de Don Quichotte? La danse de la folie d\u0092\u00eatre seul face \u00e0 son chemin de croix\u0085. Mais. N\u00e9ant soudain\u0085 R\u00e9veil<\/span><\/p>\n

A coup d\u0092’\u00e9clair fauche l’\u0092air empreint de lumi\u00e8re du labeur. Cette solitude que toute tr\u00e8ve est impossible.<\/span><\/p>\n

19H\/ La roue tourne, le ruisseau se rassemble pour m\u0092’offrir ses bras fluides. La nature m’\u0092aime et mon moulin ne meurt pas. Il vit de ses quatre ailes superbes \u00e0 nourrir le monde.<\/span><\/p>\n

20H\/ Quel orgueil de moi, je ne suis que le meunier, celui du pays d\u0092’en\u00a0 Bas. Le dos me p\u00e8se , la fatigue tombe dans mes pauvres bras.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dormir pour qui, pour quoi?<\/span><\/p>\n

24H\/ La douleur morne de l\u0092’eau cr\u00e8ve en bulle qui explose de mes cris de solitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

L\u0092’or blanc me couvre de lumi\u00e8re mais personne ne la voit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sauf toi la lune qui me tient compagnie sur le chemin de mes insomnies.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Ecrit par valerie Jean Biographe<\/a><\/p>\n

Quels ressentis \u00e0 la lecture de ce po\u00e8me? Postez moi votre commentaire.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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