{"id":1982,"date":"2011-05-21T10:17:45","date_gmt":"2011-05-21T08:17:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aclochepied.com\/blog\/?p=1982"},"modified":"2013-02-06T17:27:37","modified_gmt":"2013-02-06T15:27:37","slug":"plume","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/?p=1982","title":{"rendered":"Plume"},"content":{"rendered":"

Plume<\/span><\/em> <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"masques-035-copie-reduite\"<\/a>
\n\u00a0Temps d\u2019hiver
\n\u00a0Gel et neige blanche.
\n\u00a0Fi\u00e9vreuse, je me blottis sous le vieil \u00e9dredon de ma grand-m\u00e8re \u00e0 l\u2019enveloppe satin\u00e9e de rose\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 fan\u00e9e.
\n\u00a0Quelques plumes s\u2019\u00e9chappent. Plume, plume, plume\u2026
\n\u00a0Plume, tu m\u2019invites \u00e0 la l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9, \u00e0 la douceur .
\n\u00a0Un temps pour soi.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span><\/em>Plume<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n


\n\u00a0Gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 toi, Plume, la page blanche devient page d\u2019\u00e9criture,
\n\u00a0tel un champ de neige vierge o\u00f9 je laisse l\u2019empreinte de mes pas et de mon corps.
\n\u00a0Ne m\u2019avez-vous donc jamais vu plonger dans cette floconneuse immacul\u00e9e ?\u00a0
\n\u00a0Je retrouve mon \u00e2me d\u2019enfant et je ris !!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/strong> Plume<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Un chemin de feuilles mortes.
\nHumidit\u00e9 et couleur de terre.
\nUne plume de geai de sa couleur turquoise attire mon attention.
\nUn rayon de lumi\u00e8re dans l\u2019obscurit\u00e9.
\nC\u2019est un cadeau du ciel .
\nLa plume m\u2019invite \u00e0 lever la t\u00eate, \u00e0 \u00e9couter le message des oiseaux et des anges \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> Plume<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Au mus\u00e9e des \u00e9coliers d\u2019Antan,
\nLe temps s\u2019est arr\u00eat\u00e9 : la plume Sergent Major dans son godet d\u2019encre en porcelaine blanche.
\nPlein et d\u00e9li\u00e9s sont oubli\u00e9s.
\nTaches et papier buvard au placard !<\/span><\/p>\n

Au pays du clavier et autres modernit\u00e9s, l\u2019\u00e9criture retrouvera ses lettres de noblesse.<\/span><\/p>\n

De son pinceau ou de sa plume
\nSur la plage parchemin\u00e9e
\nEntre flux et reflux
\nVagues \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2me et encres color\u00e9es
\nLe Calligraphe c\u00e9l\u00e8bre la Vie.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> Plume<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Marie-France Bel<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Plume \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Temps d\u2019hiver \u00a0Gel et neige blanche. \u00a0Fi\u00e9vreuse, je me blottis sous le vieil \u00e9dredon de ma grand-m\u00e8re \u00e0 l\u2019enveloppe satin\u00e9e de rose\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 fan\u00e9e. \u00a0Quelques plumes s\u2019\u00e9chappent. Plume, plume, plume\u2026 \u00a0Plume, tu m\u2019invites \u00e0 la l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9, \u00e0 la douceur … Continuer la lecture →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1982"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1982"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1982\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1988,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1982\/revisions\/1988"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.aclochepied.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}