Bulle-voeu
Respirer là sous l'écume et l'eau claire
Lavoir-monde, dos contre terre
A rincer mes sens sous ce Sol-feu
Sous la bruine où s'irise ma bulle
Là cet arc-voeu
© Guillaume Watré
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Bulle-voeu
Respirer là sous l'écume et l'eau claire
Lavoir-monde, dos contre terre
A rincer mes sens sous ce Sol-feu
Sous la bruine où s'irise ma bulle
Là cet arc-voeu
© Guillaume Watré

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Il y a dans le mot, dans le verbe, quelque chose de sacré qui nous défend d’en faire un jeu de hasard. Manier savamment une langue, c’est pratiquer une espèce de sorcellerie évocatoire.
Charles Baudelaire. Œuvres complètes. 1975
Fugœur
Déroute à ce cœur qui sciemment Ce cœur qui seul, aimant Trouvant en ce creux l’accroche L’ancre-amante Lancinante Là seul, dérobe Sciemment lâche Sciemment vache
S'érode
© Guillaume Watré
Cosmic Awareness 30 x 24 inches, Oil on Panel, 2022 An allegorical figure representing humanity waking up to the vastness of the universe in which we live.
“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself” -Carl Sagan
We are part of the universe, made of trillions of atomic bits of star dust that, through a process of 13.8 billion years of cosmic evolution, have become conscious and able to understand the universe.
Furthermore, our bodies are not made of the same particles from week to week as we meld with our environment. Our atoms pass through us as cells are replaced, sustenance is taken in, and waste released. We have been the sea, we have been the wind and the trees, and for a moment, the universe getting a chance to open its eyes and experience the wonder of itself.
Prints: https://robrey.storenvy.com
Caresstellar
For thus trailed the ashes to the Fury
Blown aloft hair strands
To the nowhere forth
Our lives alight
By the caress of the stars
© Guillaume Watré

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Hui frais
Déglacer le bel heur de feu nos jours
Que s’enivre hui
Qu’arôme dégage à ces jours gris
Il faudrait tant mais il y eu tant
Qu’à creux, à coeur
Ebullition splendeur
© Guillaume Watré
Fous-mots
J’avais l’élan de la langue-haute et du fou-mot
Sous cercueil, sous vitrine de mes silences
Garde-clé, loquet haut
Ire occise, tour de danse
Coeur fourneau
© Guillaume Watré
Myriad
My will withered and sank beneath your scales
Eye caught in the Myriad
Alloy of Loss and Dreams aglow
Reflections, a chorus
Of the Heavenly Whites
The Watchful ones
Above You
Over I
© Guillaume Watré
Mars
Whirling tears
Mars in the mesh of the blur
Speck of might
To wane, underwater
Might
Frail gem your neck empowers
© Guillaume Watré
Temps-ciel
Instant rond sous les nues Quelle part de grande heure Sur ton onde s’est émue?
Chancellent secondes O bonheur! L’aronde belle est en vue © Guillaume Watré

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Elem 1
Timed excuse to course the Vast The depth expanse Heir to the Dot: Element 1. Origin. One forth, never to be
© Guillaume Watré
Nebulae 12 x 16 in, oil on panel A new painting from an earlier study, Nebulae debuted at the IX Art Show. It's now back and on my website, original and prints.
"If you could tag each of the atoms in your body and follow them backward in time, through the air that you breathed during your life, through the food that you ate, back through the geological history of the Earth, through the ancient seas and soil, back to the formation of the Earth out of the solar nebular cloud, and then out into interstellar space, you could trace each of your atoms, those exact atoms, to particular massive stars in the past of our galaxy. At the end of their lifetimes, those stars exploded and spewed out their newly forged atoms into space, later to condense into planets and oceans and plants and your body at this moment." -Alan Lightman
Blind-burn
Needle-rays Dome to face the star anew
Fresh illusion of a line Courses the Blind-burn through
There aloft. Tepid speck
Whole with that All we knew © Guillaume Watré
Loin-foutre
Colores l’An Ennoies ses nuits de tes feux d’aube Qu’à l’instant cessent nos heurts N’y avait-il pas coin d’ombre Au cul de cet éternel immonde Vers-quel tasser; pied gauche De l’affre et du mal ? O si loin-foutre De ce qu’il nous reste beau © Guillaume Watré
Jawline
Was I to fall at the Sphinx The riddles by your lips You hinted at the sky, deceptive I scoured your neck, no fool Jawline Fragrant notes Ciphers you left ? I catch a knowing eye In a pause
© Guillaume Watré

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Texto
L’écho des larmes accompagnait lourd son tandem-mot “Garde confiance” L’écorche de l’amer-matin en texto Il faudrait a-contre aller pourtant Et sentier-traître, cheminer à nouveau Retourner sans ton apport de chaud © Guillaume Watré
Burn
Burnout, burnout Quid du sous crépitement De l’Immol-âtre. De ces lents maux Quid du brûle-être, sous-écorce lambeau Plus là de souffle sur la rousse gaillette Mais quid du grisou Si la pelure tient en fait Burn-in après tout © Guillaume Watré