Kensington and Norwood writers group

Alain
Rozanès

Alain Rozanes began to write poems in adolescence, and didn't stop since, with some very prolific periods and others when his active life of Chemical Engineer didn't let him time to write. For him to write means to listen to those around him and especially to his inner self.

Alain Rozanes doesn't write just for the sake of writing neither to please himself but because he has somehting to say, a message to deliver! His poetry is committed, often premonitory, nearly always emotional. With the time he has acquired a more spiritual dimaension. That gave us a lot of philosophical or metaphyusical poems in wiich appeared his immense sensitivity. One could classify his poems in three categories: the poems of youth, the poems of love, and the metaphysical poems.

I won't say anymore of it, preferring let to the reader to discover this endearing poet, whose preocupations are often in tune with us, for he has the art to tell with a loud voice what we feel deep within ourselves.
Read more of Alain's poetry on his web site: Les Fleures De L'Ame
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Sadness

Here comes the time where, carried by the wind,
Heavy dark clouds assemble slowly.

In my anguished heart shines a faint hope,
Life is sad and ugly like a black sun!

Heavy dark clouds assemble slowly,
The horizon is veiled for the big funeral,
The gleam is extinguished like a lighthouse in distress,
And hope cries at the feet of its mistress!
Life is sad and ugly like a black sun,
My heart beats slowly to the rhythm of my memory,
The rain flies gently to wash away the bitterness,
And love, that particular day, leaves for the final voyage!

The Day When We Will Meet

You won't be very young anymore,
But in your eyes you will have
This strange fascinating gleam,
Prelude to great emotions.

I would be inpassive, mute like a carp,
Wanting to let nothing appear of my interior turmoil,
But I would fix you with the eyes of the soul,
And nothing of my trouble will escape you!

I won't be very young anymore,
And to hide my confusion
I would start suddenly to speak to speak very fast...
What about? About everything, about nothing, about God!
And you will know how to read the hidden emotion
And you will know that we have both only existed
For this instant so long deferred!

We won't be very young anymore,
But what does it matter!
I will know that it is you!You will know that it is me!
The world will belong to us,
We will have finally found each other again!

Alain Rozanes

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