Clarencine Perrine

Clarencine Perrine May 2020

Back

Back to my land
Astonishing
This feeling that only Rodrigues is able to bring into me
It just feels home
Home, home and home
Is there any other word to depict what,
Rodrigues means to mean,
Less hurtful are the memories of my late mother.
I feel safe, like a fish in its pond.
Onto my safeland.
Where my culture and friends nurtured my
Early reality,
Family everywhere, even the strangers feel like family.
My safe-land, where the memories are sweet to my soul.
Home.
Back home

Clarencine Perrine Apr 2020

Again

Here we are again, creating new memories
Memories that tomorrow we'll cherish,
Memories onto which we might shed tears someday,
Again and again
On and on
As if nothing can do us apart.
Neither our madness nor our darkness have nor shall do us apart,
Again and again,
We shall mingle and be one,
Like some drug addicts,
Addicted to the way we make each other feel.

Clarencine Perrine Mar 2020

Quit

Too many voices have their say over us,
Until it was you and them,
And no longer You and I,
So I quit,
I walked the farthest I could of you and them,
So, that the dark clouds and their hateful jealous noises could no longer reach me.
Now, I am free again.
Free too reach another peak,
Ready to fly with another dove...

Clarencine Perrine Dec 2019

Salute

Dear Mother
The wind blows the silence of your absence
A void that I will keep for life
The wounds of your departure are fading
Scars blurring
A battle of the lost
But beautiful memories frozen forever in our souls,
Our souls shall rejoin again over time,
Our smiles meet and forever they stay,
Your tenderness calms me and your love cares for me with each step I take.
A look to the sky, the hope of a certain meeting at sight.

Clarencine Perrine Dec 2019

Y

I guess there is nothing more beautiful
And exquisitely melting in the mind
Than to be possessed
By a man whom
You burn of desire for
Who pursues you
Who nurtures
Every inch
Of your body
And your spirit
Whispering to you,
"I am taking care of your body!"

Clarencine Perrine Nov 2019

I write

I hope life treats you good,
That the breeze brings freshness to your life,
That the sight of the sea brings hope to your path,
I am still locked up in my "The God of Small Things" phase of Anita Desai,
While I am still managing the elements to run off the "Bell Jar" of my beloved Sylvia Plath,
Running through some empowering verse of Maya Angelou,
Admiring the path of James Baldwin,
I am looking forward to be writing my own Greatness Book.
Some great minds shall forever remain unseizable just have a look.

Clarencine Perrine Nov 2019

Trap

Trapped into you for years now
Emprisoned in a series of apparitions and disparitions only fate can forecast
Set me free, set me free
But it shall never be!
Encaged peacock me.