{"id":1748,"date":"2011-06-01T09:08:17","date_gmt":"2011-06-01T07:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1748"},"modified":"2011-06-01T09:08:17","modified_gmt":"2011-06-01T07:08:17","slug":"soupirs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/?p=1748","title":{"rendered":"Soupirs…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ce matin j’entends le vent… \"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Le vent virevoltant et grondant, messager du chant d’Oc\u00e9an,<\/p>\n

L\u00e0-bas…. tout l\u00e0-bas<\/p>\n

Sur la plage aux varechs,<\/p>\n

Aux nacres scintillantes de sel,<\/p>\n

De cet iod\u00e9 outremer aur\u00e9ol\u00e9 du myst\u00e8re<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 sautent les dauphins…<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Ce matin j’entends le vent…<\/p>\n

Jouer dans les pins\u00a0 pr\u00e8s du jardin,<\/p>\n

Jonglant avec la plume de la douce tourterelle.<\/p>\n

Une plume cousine d’une autre,<\/p>\n

Celle qui roucoule dans la pin\u00e8de<\/p>\n

Son ode \u00e0 la vie estivale,<\/p>\n

Aux craquements des aiguilles sous les pas,<\/p>\n

Au sucr\u00e9 aigrelet de l’arbouse,<\/p>\n

Au bleut\u00e9 d’une m\u00fbre ensoleill\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Ce matin j’entends le vent…\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Se rire de mon envie,<\/p>\n

De mon besoin,<\/p>\n

De cette faim<\/p>\n

A\u00a0 laisser tra\u00eener mes pieds dans la blondeur du sable,<\/p>\n

A taquiner et converser avec les \u00e9cureuils…<\/p>\n

Ce matin j’entends le vent….\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Mon esprit se r\u00e9invente,<\/p>\n

Agite ses grandes ailes \u00e0 la blancheur go\u00e9land,<\/p>\n

Remonte les transparences ocell\u00e9es de nuages<\/p>\n

Vers l\u00e0-bas… tout l\u00e0-bas…<\/p>\n

L’ailleurs o\u00f9 claquent les vagues,<\/p>\n

La course des voiles,<\/p>\n

O\u00f9 frissonne l’argent\u00e9 vers l’inconnu insaisissable….<\/p>\n

MMR ( tous droits r\u00e9serv\u00e9s)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ce matin j’entends le vent… Le vent virevoltant et grondant, messager du chant d’Oc\u00e9an, L\u00e0-bas…. tout l\u00e0-bas Sur la plage aux varechs, Aux nacres scintillantes de sel, De cet iod\u00e9 outremer aur\u00e9ol\u00e9 du myst\u00e8re O\u00f9 sautent les dauphins… Ce matin j’entends le vent… Jouer dans les pins\u00a0 pr\u00e8s du jardin, Jonglant avec la plume de […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[70,4],"tags":[102,103],"class_list":["post-1748","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ocean-et-bassin-darcachon","category-poemes","tag-ocean","tag-vent"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1748","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1748"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1748\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1757,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1748\/revisions\/1757"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/martinemrichard.fr\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}