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| The view from Les cerisiers that inspired our guest John Chamberlain to write this poem |
Consciousness, rising through sleep, plateaus, becomes known
Darkness of closed eyes hears crickets polyphony
Chanting into the hot, l’après du midi air
Which gusts suddenly, but briefly, rustling the plane trees.
Brilliant azure light burns eyelids with memories of sunflowers
Hilltop monasteries, fields of vines, white clad Mount Ventoux
Magical clouds, merlot and cherries
Cheese, asparagus, garlic, and olives.
Mistral opens my eyes to a garden full of flowers
White, blue, pink and green among the grey-faun stones
Below, the pool, shimmering blue and black shadows
Beyond, orchard trees, a myriad of greens, dancing an ancient galliard.
Across the valley, the deep purple mass of the Luberon Hills
Arc skywards into my ever descending sleep.
My last thought, this wonderful symphony of the senses will be reprised
Awaking on the terrace of Les Cerisiers.
© John Chamberlain
29 July 2010
1 comment:
A beautiful poem from John.
I saw him indeed taking a nap on the terras, at that time I thought so. Now I know he was creating his poem.
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