tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78852691649099874092024-03-13T02:25:34.602-04:00Véronique PoussartMes oeuvres de la semaineVéroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.comBlogger431125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-23835677071558067502024-01-07T14:15:00.000-05:002024-01-07T14:15:22.203-05:00Exploration 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEPP_OYYoD55XGaeOJWojlyrNAPdMjwvTLWGjgHZObRhYnbl0i-HgxbO844K9EisNHfcDUl_bevrOGJsm-86lrCpAJwK4ZxoDJcgx4bNaiinvfRu0q8IpaUySWxFyY4iLA0Bd9KtNFOm8aN7i_zSPLBYOM-1HoB1YeUMHARxaOk0CzoxP-CSM3Zgy/s4500/Exploration_2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4500" data-original-width="4500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEPP_OYYoD55XGaeOJWojlyrNAPdMjwvTLWGjgHZObRhYnbl0i-HgxbO844K9EisNHfcDUl_bevrOGJsm-86lrCpAJwK4ZxoDJcgx4bNaiinvfRu0q8IpaUySWxFyY4iLA0Bd9KtNFOm8aN7i_zSPLBYOM-1HoB1YeUMHARxaOk0CzoxP-CSM3Zgy/w400-h400/Exploration_2.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> Exploration 2</h3><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p><div dir="ltr"><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Dehors la cassure du froid</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Les passants éparpillés </span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Penchés sous le vent neigeux</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">L’hiver s’est immobilisé</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Derrière les fenêtres </span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Et je me souviens du bleu</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Quand tu étais là</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Et du rouge des pivoines</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">C’est un jour éclaté en miettes</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">En parcelles de pensées</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Avec des mots aussi rares</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Que ceux d'un cahier tout neuf</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Véronique</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">© Véronique Poussart 2024</span></div></div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-62783919284832132912023-12-29T16:01:00.001-05:002023-12-29T16:01:39.287-05:00Exploration 1<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVB2607Pud6podS8gzEApQWxerQee8Y6Zlz38kG2Ee8QaH1J3j5ratlQPafIZdxqWPja06c2mmITS84JJqHolR5mMkvhuqUHkfuXJUho1SGX8jcza94NoG6209A5c5bTQ2-WC8kGJZCHiq0VifPWBX6RLMwMW3oEo_TQM_vu2yiLSVluFU4Fo5a0u/s4500/Exploration_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4500" data-original-width="4500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVB2607Pud6podS8gzEApQWxerQee8Y6Zlz38kG2Ee8QaH1J3j5ratlQPafIZdxqWPja06c2mmITS84JJqHolR5mMkvhuqUHkfuXJUho1SGX8jcza94NoG6209A5c5bTQ2-WC8kGJZCHiq0VifPWBX6RLMwMW3oEo_TQM_vu2yiLSVluFU4Fo5a0u/w400-h400/Exploration_1.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> Exploration 1</h3><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Recommencer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sans réduire la saveur des moments</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Recommencer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sans rage au cœur</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sans l’inutile en ligne de mire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Recommencer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Marquer les pages du calendrier</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">D’inusité et de fortuit</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Recommencer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Car j’existe</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Et vous existez</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Et que laisser des traces</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Même minuscules</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Rend le vivant plus fort</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Véronique</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /></span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><div><br /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-28286067933765585842023-12-16T14:59:00.000-05:002023-12-16T14:59:10.529-05:00Samedi 16 décembre 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCtczSk-FO5etMFixpzTyveMQS_2vpyWm3oRr8VtAjgG3OxRBEBvrTbfSr5NDx8rGS2Fq0voPFRyeQ51lJlLb9LxFOHpN2nALfexUXKFnDk9psy66BGF4MVxYzxgZNZ_giQ6Jx-0EeikqFOUthRwuRkikL4zgE1R-HU1XuqoCqV8XX3vMLkOSdJms/s6000/Carte_De_Noe%CC%88l_2023-24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3900" data-original-width="6000" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCtczSk-FO5etMFixpzTyveMQS_2vpyWm3oRr8VtAjgG3OxRBEBvrTbfSr5NDx8rGS2Fq0voPFRyeQ51lJlLb9LxFOHpN2nALfexUXKFnDk9psy66BGF4MVxYzxgZNZ_giQ6Jx-0EeikqFOUthRwuRkikL4zgE1R-HU1XuqoCqV8XX3vMLkOSdJms/w400-h260/Carte_De_Noe%CC%88l_2023-24.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"><b> Un oiseau pour la paix</b></h4><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Que souhaiter de plus</div><div>Que la paix?</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-83363963786211050682023-12-08T14:17:00.002-05:002023-12-08T14:24:26.556-05:008 décembre 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiV0XMMbI03syIGjHcd3qS4U7v7srF6nPedU7tGBdZOk2h7qO95TPQwcGbqKjwRe7VXgqLMIUJqGQJx5n3YH65JVwTwK5s7jzVtY6B2M4KB6kt_xDdk2IDXfYPYpB1BZdxVtb5o_xPVZHzBxjQKKRcmZdz75PKVptGn-Jqz_k2eC04OScLayG5vJlW/s5400/Illustration_sans_titre%2018.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5400" data-original-width="3600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiV0XMMbI03syIGjHcd3qS4U7v7srF6nPedU7tGBdZOk2h7qO95TPQwcGbqKjwRe7VXgqLMIUJqGQJx5n3YH65JVwTwK5s7jzVtY6B2M4KB6kt_xDdk2IDXfYPYpB1BZdxVtb5o_xPVZHzBxjQKKRcmZdz75PKVptGn-Jqz_k2eC04OScLayG5vJlW/w266-h400/Illustration_sans_titre%2018.png" width="266" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;">J'ai volé la lumière</h4><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé la lumière où elle se trouvait</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En marchant dans la rue</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En croisant un regard</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En regardant la neige s’effriter</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé la lumière</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sans m’en priver</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Avec soif et avidité</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Un chat passait esseulé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Le soleil glissait sur la brique en face</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les phrases lues</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé leur lumière</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une page après l’autre</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Et la musique</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sa lumière aussi</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé sans vergogne</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sans regret</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les trésors</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sont devenus des lucioles</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Dans les boîtes noires</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé la respiration</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">De ceux qui meurent</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En tenant leur main</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Et glissant leur nom à l’oreille</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une dernière fois</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai volé les images de la vie</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En carnets en gribouillis</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Tout ce que je pouvais</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Je l’ai pris en cadeau</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sous le ruban</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai tout pris</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’ai tout volé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Véronique</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></span></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-22648533564675067842023-11-12T16:45:00.000-05:002023-11-12T16:45:23.602-05:00Semaine du 12 novembre 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1IVUp9K-av7jkNxlV7ebNS1dxn3H6Nl4Ogm3nPQDLx5TroLPJHch-YqjDsJBgcnDhCm8F8VUDRURtGy77KHCvSp_9U4yaF0PtWYnvVQeHKRBkdPWt1fB61SRCOZsrWOoOlsAFiCEhxkPwhs41yMXzyfrj6Zc8VOkrZJBIuQXbNi1FRyqqQgkEBEU/s4200/Le_Pays_Des_Souvenirs.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3809" data-original-width="4200" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1IVUp9K-av7jkNxlV7ebNS1dxn3H6Nl4Ogm3nPQDLx5TroLPJHch-YqjDsJBgcnDhCm8F8VUDRURtGy77KHCvSp_9U4yaF0PtWYnvVQeHKRBkdPWt1fB61SRCOZsrWOoOlsAFiCEhxkPwhs41yMXzyfrj6Zc8VOkrZJBIuQXbNi1FRyqqQgkEBEU/w400-h363/Le_Pays_Des_Souvenirs.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">Le temps des souvenirs</span></h4><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Il en reste des conversations, des admirations, des engagements.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Des plaisirs mille fois répétés, des bouquets, des paysages.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Des tartes aux pommes, des lins tissés.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Des complicités.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">C'est fini sans être fini.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Aujourd'hui, cela aurait été son anniversaire...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Véronique</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-80399080494700333882023-11-04T14:23:00.002-04:002023-11-04T14:23:56.716-04:004 novembre 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqQIpWcdK14psydYfZfNf6e079i1VggdP-WW4_3FamAAvdiAJ_IJ9YYIDDoOfu6X5WUcS3Pd0nS2zl4UxlswX5RIUsJ4948lTw1m2TsOAld1pgcoVSPftNUiHYiHmszBzm2InfZulEUBeVnTJNoR5gww3zvXxE2eIjeqm3sQLxXqP5bNBZgVbTKsQ/s4500/E%CC%81choue%CC%81.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4500" data-original-width="4500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqQIpWcdK14psydYfZfNf6e079i1VggdP-WW4_3FamAAvdiAJ_IJ9YYIDDoOfu6X5WUcS3Pd0nS2zl4UxlswX5RIUsJ4948lTw1m2TsOAld1pgcoVSPftNUiHYiHmszBzm2InfZulEUBeVnTJNoR5gww3zvXxE2eIjeqm3sQLxXqP5bNBZgVbTKsQ/w400-h400/E%CC%81choue%CC%81.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Échoué</span></h4><div><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Il n’était pas cinq heures encore</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Qu’un vent fou s’est levé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Vagues fracas écumes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Bruits en force</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les amarres détachées</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">La coque bleue a cédé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Comme le quai</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Comme la berge</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Comme les sables</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Aucun abri</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">La fureur au large</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Et au près</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les photos sont mouillées</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les personnages</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sans leurs cirés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Se battent se battent</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les cœurs</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Exténués</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Exilés de la mer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Exilés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Véronique</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-80839392654921662652023-10-26T15:02:00.001-04:002023-10-27T11:41:41.357-04:0026 octobre 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQVttWaSneI86mlQN2QYtF2RGJacjgN2v-2Mx5scywfK2wqsTO1un7f3nlqb_zHJ9_S0-9dfjA4rQAuLAbEvb5blcp2snFPHaVaAsoq7DFP5KvHsqM2Hb1BOoTsWP0jZ1fhrPzuRQt8zPMpNuCBnZj_qFnyen4NU0RspaUfqOHJheJUfS07wUovgT/s6000/Couleurs_d_'octobre.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="3900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQVttWaSneI86mlQN2QYtF2RGJacjgN2v-2Mx5scywfK2wqsTO1un7f3nlqb_zHJ9_S0-9dfjA4rQAuLAbEvb5blcp2snFPHaVaAsoq7DFP5KvHsqM2Hb1BOoTsWP0jZ1fhrPzuRQt8zPMpNuCBnZj_qFnyen4NU0RspaUfqOHJheJUfS07wUovgT/w260-h400/Couleurs_d_'octobre.png" width="260" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">Couleurs d'octobre</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Les oiseaux filent au sud</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Fini de tourner en rond dans les ramures</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Vol à vue</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">L'instinct en boussole</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Des heures plus lumineuses en perspective</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">C'est le programme</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Parfois ... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Véronique</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-88478770014323246242023-10-17T14:04:00.005-04:002023-10-17T14:04:39.948-04:00Semaine du 15 octobre 2023<h3 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc2mw4cGWawRiA8Rjzbcq7Mn4Hkl93pSIsE8rkdu7ji-BaMX7f1vwkc7QziBbUz366kubnYQGO_nsukQWNVDwb7KeUvVfd7LuYzx-4Bz1lix6kARLBV619EJXRovODdXXc16NeULSeg9Rew7j1putAu62pu45kVr4PRGjnW_jUxN4Tu0aySwKt9WC/s5700/Un_Monde_En_Pagaille..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="5700" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc2mw4cGWawRiA8Rjzbcq7Mn4Hkl93pSIsE8rkdu7ji-BaMX7f1vwkc7QziBbUz366kubnYQGO_nsukQWNVDwb7KeUvVfd7LuYzx-4Bz1lix6kARLBV619EJXRovODdXXc16NeULSeg9Rew7j1putAu62pu45kVr4PRGjnW_jUxN4Tu0aySwKt9WC/w400-h253/Un_Monde_En_Pagaille..png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Après cela, plus rien</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Après cela, plus rien</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">La couleur va s’évaporer</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Dans le vacarme des bombes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Le sang se retire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">L’azur se retire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Même le ciment est en miettes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Aucune eau pour le laver</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Aucun ruisseau</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Ni miroitement du soleil</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Tu es parti</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Sans chanter ton air préféré</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Tu es parti</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Mourir dans un champ</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Sans un nom</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Pour te reconnaître</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Et invoquer ton histoire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Ailleurs</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Oui sans doute ailleurs</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Paissent des troupeaux</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Ronronnent des chats</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Nagent des baleines</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Mais plus ici</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Car tu es parti</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">La plainte d’une flûte</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Vagabonde dans la plaine</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">S’étirant là où jadis</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Coulait la vie</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Et rebondissaient </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Les </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">rires et les étreintes</span></span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-weight: normal;">Véronique</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h3>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-78868156657635437362023-08-02T14:18:00.001-04:002023-08-02T14:23:54.878-04:00Parcelles de vie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D8p-apm7ZVW_UBOWW18F6gwU3ws3ugSO9eiYCqnkKMiawIT26dLzpOlzFwXjVH9800TJHxDQ-MuKarw2DaIU-eoub_QsrQyTyzgAXMnT1hWW6GYW3NI1FWtB-6NsSKKSFX6iD7NQJfunYb5ghYw-0AMqxPNd5y2afVT3WOrATm5lBBotObysQKeT/s3600/Parcelles_De_Vie.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="3600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D8p-apm7ZVW_UBOWW18F6gwU3ws3ugSO9eiYCqnkKMiawIT26dLzpOlzFwXjVH9800TJHxDQ-MuKarw2DaIU-eoub_QsrQyTyzgAXMnT1hWW6GYW3NI1FWtB-6NsSKKSFX6iD7NQJfunYb5ghYw-0AMqxPNd5y2afVT3WOrATm5lBBotObysQKeT/w400-h400/Parcelles_De_Vie.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Parcelles de vie</span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Un évènement chasse l’autre</span></tt></div><div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">À la vitesse d’un nuage</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">D’une intempérie violente</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">D’une rivière en crue</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Les papiers s’échappent des filières</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Animés de leurs codes secrets</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Résistant à une quelconque classification</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Vent de liberté de désirs de pulsions</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Semblable à la marée montante</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Incapable de se stopper avant l’étale</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">S’il est difficile de suivre les signes</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">De sentir l’avant-coureur de demain</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Impossible tout autant de freiner le mouvement </span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Les sages les fous les indécis</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Ont gravé un algorithme irrésolu</span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Pourtant le croiriez-vous </span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Les dés sont jetés </span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></tt></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">Véronique </span></tt></div><div><br /></div><div><tt><span style="font-family: times;">© 2023 Véronique Poussart</span></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><p></p><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-18349914845398941582023-05-20T14:26:00.000-04:002023-05-20T14:26:23.362-04:00Les routes invisibles<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFndvQ9MycJeUc5te-gnn2PNbRSLn1w9sjVkVwLbIUhbMQtghcr_onJxlhpbx7j19u1lPvtb8weJNIU5duE2KUq9FkImPJqRjbW1EQjB4d_z9aeH5lSAWxiIzx-VGNZiM1i7K1MgefgQppDdP1Q4nQ4KkL7lHGACCWP39A_ZH9zb50EARiyXwkA/s4500/Les_Routes_Invisibles.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2340" data-original-width="4500" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFndvQ9MycJeUc5te-gnn2PNbRSLn1w9sjVkVwLbIUhbMQtghcr_onJxlhpbx7j19u1lPvtb8weJNIU5duE2KUq9FkImPJqRjbW1EQjB4d_z9aeH5lSAWxiIzx-VGNZiM1i7K1MgefgQppDdP1Q4nQ4KkL7lHGACCWP39A_ZH9zb50EARiyXwkA/w400-h208/Les_Routes_Invisibles.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Les routes invisibles</h4><div><br /></div><div><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les pancartes jalonnent le territoire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Semant les distances</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les dérivations</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Les biburcations</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">J’avais parfois les yeux mi-clos</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Le cœur à la rêvasserie</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Chantonnant au lieu de voir</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sans me soucier de la jauge d’essence</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Cela m’a menée à des routes sans issue</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">À des surprises des découvertes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">À des ruelles étroites des lieux verdoyants</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">À des cartes postales intérieures</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Et des clichés surexposés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Selon le cœur selon l’esprit</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Elles ont valeurs différentes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Je reconnais les avoir empruntées</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Aucune ne m’indiffère</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Ni leurs secrets ni leurs révélations</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Véronique</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-13577646992041830822023-05-16T14:26:00.001-04:002023-05-17T19:47:52.933-04:0016 mai 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguL_NDCySGhalEpRxeif6k_42IJbu53EMzBPHScQjCHlp9w1-C9Ussh_qTrGsa6dcqYJYXF2CydFa2cFrP7YNgcl8wDXFIAm2SwQeKYZJZbFa15MoWfmCra5nmTcgpHF5EoMJH4V0CoLm168gCg3AoDERsywU-CXz-hnD8_-Cx2Wr0z4SBsdXstg/s4096/Illustration_sans_titre%2016.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="4096" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguL_NDCySGhalEpRxeif6k_42IJbu53EMzBPHScQjCHlp9w1-C9Ussh_qTrGsa6dcqYJYXF2CydFa2cFrP7YNgcl8wDXFIAm2SwQeKYZJZbFa15MoWfmCra5nmTcgpHF5EoMJH4V0CoLm168gCg3AoDERsywU-CXz-hnD8_-Cx2Wr0z4SBsdXstg/w400-h143/Illustration_sans_titre%2016.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> La colline</h4><div><br /></div><div>Elle porte l'espace</div><div>Entre ses verts ses bleus</div><div>Odeurs de thym et d'herbes couchées</div><div><br /></div><div>Comme si</div><div>Tous les étés du monde la connaissaient</div><div>Savaient son nom et ses sentiers</div><div>Ses secrets et ses cachettes</div><div><br /></div><div>Elle porte l'espace</div><div>En le laissant glisser</div><div>Comme un frisson d'oiseau</div><div>Là-bas</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-37376244761084103332023-04-30T16:57:00.002-04:002023-04-30T16:57:40.497-04:00Semaine du 30 avril 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoHRj-WVhVLkbR4lw3kaYTvsCzjvwO2bBdULsWuDYXU-5JO6PYwb3Xvr-mWKXmGGzH1JKFVlHS2JEQH_g0_uIia1qiGkJhM6uwwA-1LVlXNw-wyaNLH-g8EtN-LMYtu8vCqMxzp6J5Zth9JnvOPD9sZqAn2RMQ_fPL5Aw67kjl51DH0F7J8MOuA/s6000/Le_Potier.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="6000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoHRj-WVhVLkbR4lw3kaYTvsCzjvwO2bBdULsWuDYXU-5JO6PYwb3Xvr-mWKXmGGzH1JKFVlHS2JEQH_g0_uIia1qiGkJhM6uwwA-1LVlXNw-wyaNLH-g8EtN-LMYtu8vCqMxzp6J5Zth9JnvOPD9sZqAn2RMQ_fPL5Aw67kjl51DH0F7J8MOuA/w400-h240/Le_Potier.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Le potier</h4><div><br /></div><div>Que le bruit d'une roue qui tourne</div><div>Et de l'argile s'arrondissant sous les doigts</div><div><br /></div><div>Qu'un pichet pour l'eau fraîche</div><div>Ou le vin</div><div><br /></div><div>Qu'un gobelet pour le partage</div><div>Un bol pour les fruits</div><div><br /></div><div>La glaçure épousant la terre</div><div>Se vitrifiant sous le feu</div><div><br /></div><div>Et des souvenirs de gestes lointains</div><div>Inoubliables et inoubliés</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© 2023 Véronique Poussart</div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-64482431153607159172023-04-18T13:34:00.000-04:002023-04-18T13:34:18.026-04:0018 avril 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQXoETqBYadeLvx1KypvFkbPo8QQz83a0pALDjCVlEuLmdSUoRsKFfwIYQyFYIDp5_txUez-HBxmbDX8-QI3cZMPCpjWSRJTBUu9jhoVpJCBTTKBhrkjEeatsHLqlK_ufQIfwnCk1_adYELPM0HyQZwV2-1oB9zLBFsUS_NQxOEAe0IjYq5milQ/s6000/Les_Premie%CC%80res_Pluies.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="6000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQXoETqBYadeLvx1KypvFkbPo8QQz83a0pALDjCVlEuLmdSUoRsKFfwIYQyFYIDp5_txUez-HBxmbDX8-QI3cZMPCpjWSRJTBUu9jhoVpJCBTTKBhrkjEeatsHLqlK_ufQIfwnCk1_adYELPM0HyQZwV2-1oB9zLBFsUS_NQxOEAe0IjYq5milQ/w400-h400/Les_Premie%CC%80res_Pluies.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Les premières pluies </span></h3><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Temps mi figue mi raisin</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Il pleut sans pleuvoir vraiment</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Le soleil hésite</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Comme un élève en manque de réponse</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Avance prudemment</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Fait ses calculs en marge</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sautera-t-il le pas</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Fera t-il un foxtrot endiablé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une valse lente</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sortira-il son parapluie</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Ou son ombrelle</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Comment prédire</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Comment savoir</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les papillons encore dans leurs cocons</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Concoctent des étés doux</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les fleurs se taquinent sous les dernières neiges</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les pages du calendrier</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Invariablement</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Regardent devant</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Le brouillard n’y est pour rien</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Pas plus que la volonté</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Par la fenêtre</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En ouvrant bien les yeux</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">J’arriverai bien à voir</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une impression de lumière</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Véronique</span></div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023<br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-44266272185685170562023-04-11T16:06:00.005-04:002023-04-11T16:06:45.703-04:0011 avril 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6LhbqcaBKbCOoslub0Y0FK9WK9kurDr3RYeH3vgSBnZ2W1Dvrj3icvoZxr-odVTL9EsU4QPN636_49DhsDxpCZnUUZ0RhXj3JSb4v-EXNz613Ry0botdug5lgbJ0JQ8ceutz1x5etnZPN259QD7snwhTFGmRoqlDrHsOmPNWb1b96EQjmS6yxw/s4500/Les_Bru%CC%82lis.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4500" data-original-width="4500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6LhbqcaBKbCOoslub0Y0FK9WK9kurDr3RYeH3vgSBnZ2W1Dvrj3icvoZxr-odVTL9EsU4QPN636_49DhsDxpCZnUUZ0RhXj3JSb4v-EXNz613Ry0botdug5lgbJ0JQ8ceutz1x5etnZPN259QD7snwhTFGmRoqlDrHsOmPNWb1b96EQjmS6yxw/w400-h400/Les_Bru%CC%82lis.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> Les feux de broussailles</h3><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-40317322940524112772023-03-28T14:11:00.001-04:002023-03-28T14:15:06.028-04:0028 mars 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBI6EdYq9-sLQDwRyTBw37SOkbRQ1Ni868Ql_RxbW-RmtkjCaAp4bZYMT3cwQppUFh2nwzv04FQXomG3QGsjn6VAB4jKEdkkqqhiWq_OuK5LJTGbkqFX0A-qeww6qgAAi1JUV-SHRFq8LKoV1clGlR1kBLJi4AOlMx6SgeNeC6FFDkF958mHGs0w/s3900/Les_De%CC%81file%CC%81s.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3900" data-original-width="3900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBI6EdYq9-sLQDwRyTBw37SOkbRQ1Ni868Ql_RxbW-RmtkjCaAp4bZYMT3cwQppUFh2nwzv04FQXomG3QGsjn6VAB4jKEdkkqqhiWq_OuK5LJTGbkqFX0A-qeww6qgAAi1JUV-SHRFq8LKoV1clGlR1kBLJi4AOlMx6SgeNeC6FFDkF958mHGs0w/w400-h400/Les_De%CC%81file%CC%81s.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> Les défilés</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">La créativité</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">En tsunami de tissus</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">De découpes de broderies</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">De plis</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">De poches</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">De cols retroussés en houpette de Jaseur</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Et les talons</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Et les chaussures</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Et les bottes</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">À faire se retourner d’Artagnan</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Les bijoux </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">les colliers</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Démesurés</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Les sacs minuscules</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Le maquillage charbonneux</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Autour du regard fermé</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">3 tours et s’en vont</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Les mannequins impassibles</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Indifférents peut-être</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Marcher droit</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Conquérir</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">La marque estampillée</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">En garantie de qualité</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Toutes ces heures</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Dans le secret des ateliers</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Mises en lumière</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Sous le panache des décors</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Tout cela pour les divas</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Ces achats d’un soir</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Pour un autre soir…</span><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-size: 12px;">Véronique</span></span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-42433997432160578592023-03-19T15:11:00.002-04:002023-03-19T15:11:48.653-04:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6FkCT2_rxZIZxNKwptGIRxJDATaRXsqbYH_k6ohGYy9oIwGsQkcHPO7vNr8bgFK-ZhslHuvpdvvEQqq7gesF5nokOGPDjis5Fduzgg2Q9kxnF_qbnWyDysoZ5x9WHY7IiTTHVDJ4zwt6pR-4Uw8ZMcNuT0dbryLyavlTNAYR4H6pygnVUe4rxQ/s3668/Entre_Soleil_Et_Giboule%CC%81e.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3558" data-original-width="3668" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6FkCT2_rxZIZxNKwptGIRxJDATaRXsqbYH_k6ohGYy9oIwGsQkcHPO7vNr8bgFK-ZhslHuvpdvvEQqq7gesF5nokOGPDjis5Fduzgg2Q9kxnF_qbnWyDysoZ5x9WHY7IiTTHVDJ4zwt6pR-4Uw8ZMcNuT0dbryLyavlTNAYR4H6pygnVUe4rxQ/w400-h388/Entre_Soleil_Et_Giboule%CC%81e.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> Entre soleil et giboulée</span></h4><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">S'amuser d'un climat en pirouettes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Il n'en fait qu'à sa tête</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Folle fantaisie des heures quotidiennes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Les dernières balles de neige</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dans les cours d'écoles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Les baskets mouillés en toute imprudence</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Le foulard se porte lâche autour du cou</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Les gants posés quelque part</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Attendent qu'on les perde</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Je revendique de voir fondre le dernier hiver</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Je revendique ce qui pousse déjà en dessous</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">De regarder les sachets de graines</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">À la jardinerie là-bas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Je revendique la neige des bas côtés</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Déjà grise presque noire</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">La rue libérée où marcher sans glisser</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Cela viendra patience</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Mot d'ordre chaque année</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">En funambule </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Jouer des formules </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">H + T = P</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">La réponse de cette équation si facile</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Se glisse une fois de plus</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Dans le calendrier</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Et ce dessin livre sa promesse</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">D'une saison à venir</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Véronique</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">© Véronique Poussart 2023</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-30448507127124713822023-03-12T15:25:00.001-04:002023-03-12T15:25:37.445-04:00Dimanche, le 12 mars 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUxmiAi0QqbtEYt-CcGbREem773xciCIKlbPyKwkmYBO01ysOc5ysgtxEGpKO9K9VAXsdf3LADSAggdK9wofW4ZMA8PzqH3MEHDMAu_RlP8J2sTxYkjN2svMZhGRur6F-ZL03UwzL6aAtTFA7j6Ih-zYZP4_YtxuIoUDUKfsXiB96Cde6Lbjbaw/s5778/Loin.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2007" data-original-width="5778" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUxmiAi0QqbtEYt-CcGbREem773xciCIKlbPyKwkmYBO01ysOc5ysgtxEGpKO9K9VAXsdf3LADSAggdK9wofW4ZMA8PzqH3MEHDMAu_RlP8J2sTxYkjN2svMZhGRur6F-ZL03UwzL6aAtTFA7j6Ih-zYZP4_YtxuIoUDUKfsXiB96Cde6Lbjbaw/w640-h222/Loin.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> Loin</h3><div><br /></div><div>À l'origine</div><div>Seulement le bruit des glaces</div><div>Les craquements </div><div>Les affrontements</div><div>Pierres chahutées</div><div>Vents glissés</div><div><br /></div><div>Soleil furtif</div><div>Un lièvre détale</div><div>Une corneille se pose</div><div>Le mauve des ombres</div><div>Pour seule compagnie ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© 2023 Véronique Poussart</div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-19111412141811065012023-03-04T14:37:00.000-05:002023-03-04T14:37:33.054-05:00En cale sèche<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk8FMUTiUeWCL3Rg6FL1dDm7Cln1-rtn7Wg26X89XTPEVWQM3pIHeiNgbhc_7ab02x_L_JsaSFYJ84DhEe2SL6z_Wgv9dcTXgszu8fi1HfcPab9VqT-Y1Vyu0FRQWbGIz72UNeMZoO_BBv9KjQwFZyePeTVGqzqhXOJP6oT-XtfiI24_GBaEuKg/s5178/En_Cale_Se%CC%80che.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5178" data-original-width="2007" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk8FMUTiUeWCL3Rg6FL1dDm7Cln1-rtn7Wg26X89XTPEVWQM3pIHeiNgbhc_7ab02x_L_JsaSFYJ84DhEe2SL6z_Wgv9dcTXgszu8fi1HfcPab9VqT-Y1Vyu0FRQWbGIz72UNeMZoO_BBv9KjQwFZyePeTVGqzqhXOJP6oT-XtfiI24_GBaEuKg/w248-h640/En_Cale_Se%CC%80che.png" width="248" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;">En cale sèche</h4><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>J’ai longtemps hésité </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>À mettre en réserve</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Les mots chéris les mots bénis</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Les couleurs de l’été</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Pourtant </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Pourtant</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Ils seraient bien utiles</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Les soirs de gris</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Comme une fourrure douillette</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Ils viendraient me couvrir</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Envelopperaient mes pensées</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Dans un brouillard doré</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Qui n’a besoin</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>D’une cale sèche</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Où se mettre à l’abri</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Poser les questions du jour</tt></div><div style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="font-family: monospace;">Lettres dessins souvenirs</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">En marque-page</span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Les sourires</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Vivants comme les oiseaux</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Migrants de toutes espèces</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Ayant adresse et pays</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Pourquoi hésiter</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Entre mer et montagne</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Entre rives et espace</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Alors qu’il existe </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Des mots chéris des mots bénis</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Pour les deux</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Véronique</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>© 2023 Véronique Poussart</tt></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /> <br /><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-89898411123467705052023-02-24T11:35:00.000-05:002023-02-24T11:35:03.505-05:00Vendredi, le 24 février 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5LOQK5HBw34kHuvHjqZBNcSBEAfdkNZuKk3Y54VQcM2ob1u3PSg9ZYGv2CaR3Y91F60eISHf6Jeq9qvwOYXB9Qysjwd0xzntaZkL9Nwd4rbHqlxwU2L4bEYIP0VmoZ400CFM6Q1rra5ITEHcl-RNbitXo7hurQujNR7Fl4BTpJBz8TPBWMr8eg/s4500/Les_Came%CC%81lias.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4500" data-original-width="4500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5LOQK5HBw34kHuvHjqZBNcSBEAfdkNZuKk3Y54VQcM2ob1u3PSg9ZYGv2CaR3Y91F60eISHf6Jeq9qvwOYXB9Qysjwd0xzntaZkL9Nwd4rbHqlxwU2L4bEYIP0VmoZ400CFM6Q1rra5ITEHcl-RNbitXo7hurQujNR7Fl4BTpJBz8TPBWMr8eg/w400-h400/Les_Came%CC%81lias.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Les camélias</h4><div><br /></div><div>Les neiges de février</div><div>En porteuses d'espoir</div><div>Essaiment des fleurs</div><div><br /></div><div>Les flocons deviennent butineuses</div><div>Les pétales</div><div>Ouverts à tout vent</div><div>Distillent un parfum de printemps </div><div>Et dans la lumière du matin</div><div>Le froid devient rosée</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><div><br /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-4798254214251473912023-02-19T15:09:00.001-05:002023-02-19T15:12:09.714-05:00Dimanche le 19 février 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR-d_dPqgmUoWvIqnF_Jetup_AbzM6SW38C1pTUdQR-Jn7P_RE-zTkNPrpFqzVHempG2LSTN-YYBi0a4YHzvKk-kH5EoFQzJyWgCgLPUngDltVpGM5C5ubW21p9EQDqUI8B7bK-NAimuAznwCD9zMjr3GH_4LoSMfqPAmzOVMNPm88fW_7Q-EYA/s3000/Comple%CC%81mentaires.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR-d_dPqgmUoWvIqnF_Jetup_AbzM6SW38C1pTUdQR-Jn7P_RE-zTkNPrpFqzVHempG2LSTN-YYBi0a4YHzvKk-kH5EoFQzJyWgCgLPUngDltVpGM5C5ubW21p9EQDqUI8B7bK-NAimuAznwCD9zMjr3GH_4LoSMfqPAmzOVMNPm88fW_7Q-EYA/w640-h640/Comple%CC%81mentaires.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> L'alignement des astres</h4><div><br /></div><div>Dans leurs feux et dans leurs glaces</div><div>Éparpillés dans le cosmos </div><div>Indifférents aux querelles</div><div>Aux désespoirs</div><div><br /></div><div>Pour une fois</div><div>Ne pourraient-ils pas </div><div>Se mettre en paix</div><div>Faire la faveur du bonheur</div><div><br /></div><div>Une fois n'est pas coutume</div><div>Comme des danseurs de tango</div><div>Comptant les pas</div><div>D'une extrême élégance</div><div><br /></div><div>À quand ce tourbillon au plus près </div><div>Des coeurs</div><div>Et ce grand brouhaha de lumière</div><div>Faisant chanter les vagues</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-86105910215139236342023-02-12T13:22:00.002-05:002023-02-12T17:19:23.752-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGxnKocmAAbVFEQfAtWz9wtTNaCbJ0sD-o5z01ZdCI95YDZnhSRyIuoV5-7K2LbekGxgk-zxoBlOV4_QrpvIbsK8Xo6fE7rqh2TdZAvfXS6eq0mTbVxmOREo_-GcYZntW7OR91v9KoL031oCJAQoO3S6U7AejuLn58zMYg0wdQcdpSrIW0sxd1Q/s3900/Fissures_Et_Fractures.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3900" data-original-width="3900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGxnKocmAAbVFEQfAtWz9wtTNaCbJ0sD-o5z01ZdCI95YDZnhSRyIuoV5-7K2LbekGxgk-zxoBlOV4_QrpvIbsK8Xo6fE7rqh2TdZAvfXS6eq0mTbVxmOREo_-GcYZntW7OR91v9KoL031oCJAQoO3S6U7AejuLn58zMYg0wdQcdpSrIW0sxd1Q/w400-h400/Fissures_Et_Fractures.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Fissures et fractures</h4><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Elle tourne en toute innocence</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Notre terre</span></div><div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sous les glaces </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Le sable </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les montagnes les plus hautes</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les abysses les plus profonds</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les plaques tectoniques </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Dans le secret des millénaires</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Glissent et glissent</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Et dans l’intimité de la géologie</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Leurs craquements s’étouffent </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Silencieusement</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Soudain en résonnant</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">De la puissance des tambours</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Comme les pas de l’ogre</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Dans les livres de contes </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Faisaient vibrer la colline</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Dans une gigue endiablée </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une discorde abasourdissante </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les forces secrètes </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Se sont ébrouées comme un chien </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sautant hors de la vague</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Mais </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Qui porte l’horreur</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Qui porte l’inexorable </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>J’ai voulu construire </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Plus vite et pour moins cher</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Prendre possession des lieux fragiles</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Et l’âme du lieu m’importe peu</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Lorsqu’il se fait tard</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Je prononce encore le mensonge des phrases creuses</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Je fais tout pour vous</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Mais</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Que voulez-vous</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>C'est la guerre</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Véronique</span></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2023</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-82213796773324510572023-02-02T16:19:00.001-05:002023-02-02T16:20:34.762-05:00Jeudi le 2 février 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1k-dBhpxVoJ_kIwqEcLfWEHd3rjM1Lr06eWoGxZHcMqgh96ikk4E-JaGDl_FhC-H8C8RoW_hilFj28XkikSmTsSXlydMdl9V1mceEA_kkByoqiLgGJ95gzD5Jv8oF3I__LVOPGtJ-V8NXATnM3b_5CMm8gPqocP3pbSc2tFLzDuh0_qopiswQTg/s6000/Illustration_sans_titre%202.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="6000" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1k-dBhpxVoJ_kIwqEcLfWEHd3rjM1Lr06eWoGxZHcMqgh96ikk4E-JaGDl_FhC-H8C8RoW_hilFj28XkikSmTsSXlydMdl9V1mceEA_kkByoqiLgGJ95gzD5Jv8oF3I__LVOPGtJ-V8NXATnM3b_5CMm8gPqocP3pbSc2tFLzDuh0_qopiswQTg/w640-h384/Illustration_sans_titre%202.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">La </span>chute</span></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>En s’éparpillant</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Buée jaune dans la lumière d’orage</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Se frayer route et chemin dans les cailloux</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Revenir sur ses pas</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Dans les bulles sonores</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Ombragées par les oxydes </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Chute sans nom et sans destinée</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Chute dans les parcours à rembobiner </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Chute couleur des lins aux pelures d’oignons</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><tt>Textures d’air et de tourbillons</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><tt>En reprise </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><tt>Jusqu’à patiner les rochers</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><tt>En quelque milliers d’années</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></div></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Les ombres s’allongent en fin de jour</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Avant le retour en plaine</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Avant le livre posé</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>Et la musique en sourdine </tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt>© Véronique Poussart 2023</tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><tt><br /></tt></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></div>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-84091964129027747412023-01-02T14:37:00.005-05:002023-01-02T14:40:39.789-05:00Tempêtes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowtF3Mv63br4QADdBpyiE86Nk-ULbCEuC01NDO2yspWcio4ZH3Vr8LL27eWxWjVhzJBfcqH_qgLf_Izh8Hl-_9WT50z-WvhKM7mSmbcIsJhlueN0EQyr6ntUPMtRr2YxhEc-jXbbS4i7RKJMWBGU4dvx5jC14xEknVD8C-m-vPW9brGMDGGlnGg/s4096/Tempe%CC%82te_.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="4096" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowtF3Mv63br4QADdBpyiE86Nk-ULbCEuC01NDO2yspWcio4ZH3Vr8LL27eWxWjVhzJBfcqH_qgLf_Izh8Hl-_9WT50z-WvhKM7mSmbcIsJhlueN0EQyr6ntUPMtRr2YxhEc-jXbbS4i7RKJMWBGU4dvx5jC14xEknVD8C-m-vPW9brGMDGGlnGg/w400-h200/Tempe%CC%82te_.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;"> Tempêtes</h3><div><span><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>1 janvier 2023<o:p></o:p></span></p><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>De toute ma vie, je n’ai souvenir que de trois tempêtes. Et ce n’est pas celle de la semaine dernière qui me fera changer d’avis.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Le corps et l’esprit se préparent longtemps, traversant des journées blanches et venteuses, de celles qui donnent à rêver de congés inopinés où il ferait bon de préparer des gaufres à la vraie levure, de celles qui feraient « sphiiitt « sur la plaque brûlante.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Mais ce ne sont là que des répétitions. La générale peut se passer dix ans plus tard, d’où la nécessité de garder le cap, de ne pas ranger la pelle trop loin. En principe, la persévérance finit par récompenser.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Elles donnent à rêver ces journées où, le nez collé à la fenêtre, on peut regarder l’enflure du temps, tracer les graphiques de l’imaginaire, comparer l’incomparable, le tout blanc, le tout opaque, obéissant à des lois d’une nature démontée et révoltée.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Le pays n’est plus à l’hiver. Il a rangé son passé en sortant ses chasse neige aussitôt le premier centimètre tombé. Il faut faire place nette, et, comme des voyageurs déterminés préparent leurs tickets et leurs bagages, bien contrôler les heures de départ et les heures d’arrivée, ausculter les informations météo comme le cœur d’un patient en réanimation. Cela fait plus sérieux.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Les vraies tempêtes se passent ailleurs et les soucis des catastrophes m’obligent à ne pas les souhaiter. Voir son garage s’envoler, les bardeaux voler jusqu’à la rue voisine ne font de bien à personne. C’est donc la force de la tempête sans les soucis de la destruction dont je rêve, c’est l’imprévu de la lame sur la route déserte, chercher sa route sans rien distinguer, les phares allumés qui n’éclairent rien hormis les deux</span><span> </span><span>mêtres devant soi. C’est la haute voltige des flocons sans le trapèze que je convoite, le parcours erratique des éléments, juste avant la pause de l’accalmie.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>De repenser à ces moments intrépides me ramènent le souvenir qu’une quatrième tempête, de fait la plus dangereuse pour qui roule la nuit, lorsque la campagne en panne d’électricité ne révèle plus rien d’un tracé qu’hier encore, je connaissais par cœur. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Entre ville et campagne, deux réalités, et si j’ai troqué cette année la seconde pour la première, le souvenir ne s’est pas estompé pour autant. C’est que l’attention est décuplée, quand ce n’est pas pour soi, c’est pour l’autre que l’on attend, que l’on sait être en chemin, que bien naïvement on croit guider avec un feu de bois et ses fumées vagabondes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Peu importent les souvenirs, les envolées lyriques d’une neige fraîche, les braises ou les cendres d’un feu, rien n’est si noir, rien n’est si blanc. Le printemps , dans quelques semaines reviendra. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span>Véronique<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><o:p><span>© 2023 Véronique Poussart </span></o:p></p></div>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-56962425485203413892022-12-11T16:18:00.000-05:002022-12-11T16:18:15.236-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbja-1Rz64ZVyq7oisYhLOGx-Iv1uk7ocb5e0yCCpdXpSQd9Fy0L5Hd-y7-vXAIaXGkPhe_sIuQ7gFkPLQQqxVD5xf1YY_t7nRH-6cG_Advn3_qedadjsMzJPuUoQqSY_ni2WjvoqrN3FvpUoc7GUHpKPrirrxBloqENcEd79Sphq2p9iHndhkw/s3614/Horizon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="3614" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbja-1Rz64ZVyq7oisYhLOGx-Iv1uk7ocb5e0yCCpdXpSQd9Fy0L5Hd-y7-vXAIaXGkPhe_sIuQ7gFkPLQQqxVD5xf1YY_t7nRH-6cG_Advn3_qedadjsMzJPuUoQqSY_ni2WjvoqrN3FvpUoc7GUHpKPrirrxBloqENcEd79Sphq2p9iHndhkw/w400-h399/Horizon.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Horizon</h4><div><br /></div><p></p><div>L’horizon a perdu sa ligne</div><div><div>Sous les coupes de butoir</div><div>D’une giboulée d’un brouillard</div><div>Il a fui comme un filou</div><div><br /></div><div>J’ai beau lui courir après </div><div>Il recule recule</div><div>Se fait mauve et pastel</div><div>Indépendant qu’il est</div><div>Des chemins empruntés </div><div>Au quotidien </div><div><br /></div><div>Il n’est plus nommé </div><div>De noms de villes de villages</div><div>Il appartient au reste</div><div>À l’indéfini des choses</div><div>Comme un méandre </div><div>Ne menant nulle part</div><div>On l’appelle </div><div>Au petit bonheur</div><div><br /></div><div>Sera-t-il un numéro de loterie</div><div>Aux 10 chiffres en ordre</div><div>Sera-il le compagnon des découvertes </div><div>Fera-t-il partie du monde</div><div>Des magiciens</div><div>Étalant les cartes</div><div>Et lisant l’avenir</div><div><br /></div><div>Se nommer horizon</div><div>Cacher dans une valise</div><div>Les manuscrits du futur…</div><div><br /></div><div>Véronique</div><div>© Véronique Poussart 2022</div><ul><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></ul></div>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885269164909987409.post-14519066784049214862022-11-06T16:29:00.003-05:002022-11-06T16:29:51.676-05:006 novembre 2022<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8t38rRt0odyPl1ZuCd-4lB3haZ3dou9bU38GKRdWr-xtM5chjOf0AWuSEmzgOtvzE9Fn61caUzBkhEuuYubat930q4nvTTS8LhH4jZ250UkZbJKEsoU7HjtGJtDhnIg30bdul9br071wtiKZNd2nIsigTODpoYAsXvL-9w0Hpuj20vLAzJAfOUA/s9000/Les_Derniers_Fruits_De_La_Saison.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9000" data-original-width="6300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8t38rRt0odyPl1ZuCd-4lB3haZ3dou9bU38GKRdWr-xtM5chjOf0AWuSEmzgOtvzE9Fn61caUzBkhEuuYubat930q4nvTTS8LhH4jZ250UkZbJKEsoU7HjtGJtDhnIg30bdul9br071wtiKZNd2nIsigTODpoYAsXvL-9w0Hpuj20vLAzJAfOUA/w280-h400/Les_Derniers_Fruits_De_La_Saison.png" width="280" /></a></div><br /><h4 style="text-align: center;"> Les derniers fruits de la saison</h4><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">En septembre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Je les ai observés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une branche</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Un fil</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Une clôture</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Quelques bassins pour plonger</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Plumages et pattes</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Encore des insectes à profusion</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">S’exercer à partir</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Se regrouper</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Chanter dans la ramure une dernière fois</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Il est trop tard aujourd’hui</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Nous sommes égarés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Par un fond d’air trop doux</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Trompés et embobinés</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Par un climat changeant</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Mais un oiseau rebelle</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">A surgi aujourd’hui</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Seul avec sa baie au bec</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Prêt à se batailler avec le soir tombant</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Sa recette aux fruits rouges</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">À déguster dare-dare</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Le gel vient</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Son corps embouriffé le sait</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Et nous le fait savoir</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Car prendre le temps</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">De tenir une baie rouge en son bec</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">N’est pas donné facilement</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Novembre s’est installé</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Ils sont si loin à présent</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Les cadeaux de l’été</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Véronique</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>© Véronique Poussart<br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;" /></div><p></p>Véroniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08499631382120430504noreply@blogger.com0