From now on

Blanche fleur tourmentée



Une fleur blanche en mon coeur s'est semée.

Femme, tel un ange, guidé de par les cieux

Qui éclos en silence, amour tendre et précieux.

Marguerite douce et franche de parfum parsemé


La souvenance des années, son passé, à ses yeux,

Reflètent son image mais voilent sa splendeur.

Lui cisaillent ses ailes et refoulent sa candeur,

Coupent son espoir de cet avenir joyeux


Dans la tourmente prise, elle cherche la lumière.

Dans le ciel, dans son âme, dans sa chair tout entière.

Où fleurir, de quel droit? quand fouler la barrière...


Mais je la sens, en moi, prête à s'épanouir.

De ses pétales je vois son aura éblouir.

Cette lueur qui croît de cette terre elle peut jouir.


- Volkuro

I met my Ex in a golf club bar. I was 18 years old and I worked there as a barman and she was a waitress. At that time, she was 28, married to another man and they had an 8 years old little girl. Things Clicked very fast between us and we became good friends. I did not have a car and she didn’t like to drive so she gave me lift every working night as long as I was driving. Some nights, after work, we went to her house to listen to some music until the early hours while her husband was sleeping. neither one of us had second thoughts at that time we were just really good friends.

During that time, I was still in college studying Pure and applied Science. I had a big social life and I was working 4 days a week so I didn’t have too much time to concentrate on my school works and I end up later abandoning my session and went working full time.

While I was still in college we had a poetry course. The teacher was a tall, skinny man in the fifties. The man sadly learn during the year that he had a general cancer growing rapidly and it was his last year of teaching and probably his last year... period. He taught us fascinating things about poetry, how every words must be chosen for the image that it brings and the sound it makes when we pronounce it. He showed us a sonnet that Nelligan wrote for his mother and made us discover the wind, the water underneath the words and how a poem can’t hide multiple layers. The man was truly passionate and since it was his last year of teaching, the class ambiance was highly emotional.

Each week he asks us to compose a new poem. Like I said before, my social and working life came before my school obligations and I often did my weekly poem the same morning, in the bus, on the way to college. The quality of my works was equivalent at the effort I putted into it: very average.

At the end of the session, things began to change with my good friend, our friendship was slowly but steady turning into a love affair and we began to be a little to much close. For the 18 years old guy that I was, falling in love with a 10 years older married woman, was something incredible, totally foolish and really intense but it was also a great source of inspiration for a poem!

So I wrote the poem, I decide to do a sonnet and I putted into it all the emotion I was living and all the knowledge I acquired from the passionate man. It was our last work of the session and I presented it to him. On the last course he gave it back to me with his annotation:
(I’ll try to traduce it as exactly as possible)

“It’s so extraordinary that I allow myself to doubt very strongly about the author of this work.
It would be really surprising that you suddenly write this sonnet..
And fuck: I give you the benefit of the doubt.”

He couldn’t compliment me better!
Later, I gave the poem to my married friend. She quitted her husband and we have lived together for 18 years.



The poem:

Escale Divine

Dans l'océan de noirceur d'une forêt vierge
Où le silence vole sur les ailes du vent
Un oiseau s'est posé sous de feuillus cierges
Illuminant cette flore obscure par son blanc

C'était un goéland qui parcouru longue course
Filant le long des fleurs d'écume de ces bleus champs
Laissant ces miroirs du ciel pour une source
Qui défile doucement dans ce vert florissant

Son parfum salin s'infiltra dans les ramures
Dispersé par le souffle de cette fraîche verdure
À l'émersion du soleil s'élevant dans l'azur

Loin des flots, prendre racine que pour un instant
Car il déploie ses voiles jusqu’aux cimes des plants
Au souvenir de cette nuit, aux caresses du vent

-volkuro