Meditations on Friendship

Originally posted 9/January/2012

 

“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”
- Albert Schweitzer

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”   –  Walter Winchell

“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”   –  Albert Camus

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… it has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that gives value to survival.”   – C.S. Lewis

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Written after being invited in for tea at Rita’s …

She lives her days and nights in the cooler part of town

Coaxing life out of clay, fabric and wood

Her long flowing robes announce she will not cave in

To the demands of fashion

Better homes and gardens do not call for a photo shoot

Too many books, movies, cd’s and collections

Too many bits and pieces waiting to be conscripted

Into her next masterpiece

We all have but a few precious days in this incarnation

She chooses differently than many

Did I tell you she is wise?

Travel is her opium and she will have it

Feeding her habit in far away lands

She knows the beauty of each different face

Raising the chalice of adventure and drinking her fill

I sing delirious from the exposure

Her mantra – the eternal YES!

French café beat, the rhythm thunders through her

A meditation in dance

Bisous,

Léa

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Bad Penny

leamuse:

Once again, Tony speaks to me on more than one level.

Originally posted on Dark Matter:

Originally posted 10/28/2005.

you say she keeps turning up in your life 
like a bad penny,
forgetting that

if a bad penny
has been beaten
by time and trauma,

it will pull your fingers
to your pocket

far faster than a good one will and

if your bad penny
is made of something other than copper
it will be warmer to the touch so

you will guard it
far longer than you would
any good penny;

you’ll keep it, show it off,
dream of it, cry if you lose it,
die with it on your mind.

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Extreme

“I don’t see myself as beautiful, because I can see a lot of flaws. People have really odd opinions. They tell me I’m skinny, as if that’s supposed to make me happy.”   Angelina Jolie

 

Extreme

 

 

I’ve often heard

There is no such thing

As too thin

Yet I wonder

Seeing that woman in

The café this morning

Skin stretched tautly

Across a fragile frame

Excruciating exposé

Threatening to shatter

Cheekbones, eye sockets

She turns, tries to

Smile – even the lips

Have no curves

Mediterranean blue eyes

Flicker with a smile

Longing to escape

 

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Bisous,

 

Léa

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Obsidian

leamuse:

While I haven’t visited this street or town, I have certainly met him (or someone just like him!

Originally posted on Dark Matter:

Originally posted 3/6/2013.

A man who has never been rejected
is watching women on Highland Street

as if Highland Street were the ruins of a Mayan city
where these women are exhibits to be viewed

as if they were souvenirs
A man is shopping for a souvenir

among the women of Highland Street
imagining he is a prince of a lost realm

A lost realm he learned about in school
or perhaps in books from his father’s library

that displayed women as souvenirs
for the taking by princes of the realm

who may imagine themselves
against the backdrop of old roads

and palaces and even temples where men
are never rejected

because they never ask permission
when they take a woman for a souvenir of the realm

A man watches women
on Highland Street 

Imagines himself 
crafted in sharp obsidian

Ordained as prince and priest
Taker of live hearts

Imagines himself
hero…

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Fire & ice

 

This was originally posted 21 December 2011.

“A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.”

- Mae West

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Fire & ice

Winter

It’s cold

Like your touch

And I

Am a creature

Of the heat

I

Delight in the taunting

Massage

Of the sun’s rays

They force me

Into

Complete submission

Fire Its The power

And it burns

Deep inside me

Beware

Your daggers

Of ice

Cannot penetrate me

I will laugh

As you melt

Fire & ice

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Bisous,

Léa

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Only roses

 

“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” – A.A. Milne

 

“A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” – William Wordsworth

 

Only roses

Only roses

Every year on

Her birthday

Mother sent grandma

Roses

When grandma died

They all sent

Red roses

What grandma

Loved most of all

Were daffodils – connection

Her native Wales

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When I see

Daffodils

Growing in the ground

In a florist shop

Or even in a picture

I think of grandma

A son

And daughters

Who only did anything

For appearances sake

Feelings never

Mattered

The façade with the

Sincerity of

Plastic roses

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Bisous,

Léa

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Le Grande Papillon / The Grand Butterfly

“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.”   – Carl Sagan

 

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”   – Maya Angelou

 

“We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.”  

- Friedrich Nietzsche

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Le Grande Papillon / The Grand Butterfly

Le grande Papillon

Large

As the palm

Of my hand

Your wings

Form a valentine

Heart

Noir etching

Encased thumbprints

Of turquoise

Bold and beautiful

In my eyes

Unique

My hope

You will return

Encore et encore

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Bisous,

Léa

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