Out Now: Dancing in the Rain

Léa:

I’m going to get my copy! Don’t miss out!

Originally posted on Bennison Books :

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Chris Moran found poetry and poetry found her. She recovered from alcoholism only to be faced with a long-delayed diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, experiences documented in her first volume of poetry with honesty, humility and humour.

She doesn’t deny the sadnesses in life, and acknowledges with a clear eye the despair that can sometimes take us unawares, but she is always pulled towards joy, and gently takes the reader with her. 

She is also a bold experimenter, and here we find a sonnet about bees, a villanelle about approaching spring (the poet’s favourite time of  year), and haiku about her unborn grandchildren:

Tiny seed planted
germination soon in place
fruit of the autumn.

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Aging Nude Before A Mirror

Léa:

A brutally honest poet makes peace with his ageing self. Beautiful! Is it any wonder he is one of my favourites?

Originally posted on Dark Matter:

New poem.

inside this 
clothing
an average wrapper of
slightly sagging skin upon
an average man
who’s been eaten smaller
by his age

he undresses himself
before sleep

stands in front of
a former enemy
a mirror

sees
wisdom about
and love for
himself
revealed in how
his folded hands rest
upon his loose husk
of a belly

those things
were once

so hard
to see

now they stand out
against approaching
Dark

and offer him
surprising 
comfort
before Sleep

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Language of Hands

Léa:

This post is so beautiful and profoundly touching! It goes right to the core of the heart.

Originally posted on Steve McCurry's Blog:

Behold the hands
how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate,
refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, 
mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of
variation which makes the tongue envious.
– Michel de Montaigne

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The hands which beckon,
embrace, soothe, and comfort us
Bid us farewell.

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Hands calm us, feed us, and scratch our backs.
They intimidate, bless, encourage, and stop us.  They soothe and caress.
They draw our attention to the good and the bad, often suggesting exuberance or fear.
- Charles Flowers introduction to Elliott Erwitt’s Handbook

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Our hands often reveal what we really think but do not say.
They can show a range of feelings and emotions from confusion and frustration
to joy, understanding, love, and compassion. 

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Let us touch the…

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Tueur orage

“She’s sociopathic. She will have no moral compunction in doing whatever is in her interests. It’s a simple as that.”   – Alexander McCall Smith, The Sunday Philosophy Club

 

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Tueur orage

Yes!

I must say it in French

The words more

Menacing than storm

Killer works either way

She was the darkest of

Une tornade – invisible or hovering

Fierce – ready to strike

Panther-esque

Orage – filled with rage

Her tiny frame

Violent, destructive

Wrecking havoc on

Lives of anyone who

Dared enter her periphery

Eyes of an eagle, tracking

Movements of her prey

Strikes – random,

Frequent, demoralizing

Slicing each victim to

Bone – carcass gleaned

Yet careful to conceal

Her handiwork – life in a

Minefield – can anyone

Call this living?

Husband dies young

She cannot harm him again

Destruction – annihilating

Narcissistic sociopaths – a

Darkness light cannot penetrate

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Bisous,

Léa

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Today’s plan of attack!

“Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.”   –  Langston Hughes

“And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.”  –  Bram Stoker

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Today’s plan of attack!

Despite my efforts

Making friends with

L’hiver

Cold melds to my body

Like plastic wrap – suffocating

It permeates flesh

Seeping into bone

La neige menace – caché

Masking the landscape – j’adore

Lovely to look at

Cuddled up by the fire

Infinite cups of café

Perhaps a drop of cognac? – medicinally of course

Plunging into my book – du jour

Hibernation of the finest kind

Happily remaining till spring

 

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Bisous, 

Léa

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Mind’s eye

Originally posted on 31 December 2011

“Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.”  – Martin Luther King Jr.

“The first casualty when war comes is truth.”  –  Hiram Johnson

 

Mind’s eye

My father fought

A war

Years before

My birth

As I grew up

I watched him

Fight it

Again and again

His sinewy hands

Trembled

As he pried apart

Venetian blinds

Scouting the enemy invasion

Of our suburban neighborhood

Armed with a bottle of juice

A newspaper

Or any other munitions

At hand

He held his ground

Paralyzed

By his reality

Bisous,

Léa

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Nous sommes tous Charlie

“If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.”   –  George Washington

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”   –  Albert Camus

“Free people, remember this maxim: we may acquire liberty, but it is never recovered if it is once lost.”   –  Jean-Jacques Rousseau

 

JE SUIS CHARLIE

JE SUIS CHARLIE

 

Nous sommes tous Charlie…

 

Mon cœur enfle

De l’intérieur de ma poitrine

Il menace d’éclater

Je suis Charlie…

la Solidarité – frappée par la foudre

la Cohésion – debout, ensemble:

Soixante-quatre millions de personnes!

Même après sept ans en France,

cette voix collective me rend humble

mon Hommage(respect) pour la liberté qui ne sera pas

sacrifiée pour l’illusion de la sécurité -

Pas en mon nom – si d’autres le font!

 

l’Humanité est en noir – dans l’union,

Refusant de se taire

Cohésion – 64000000,

les cœurs battent très fort

Les terroristes entendent cette Vérité,

l’Égalité et la Liberté ne seront pas sacrifiées -

Ni tues par le fanatisme – ou par la naissance,

Mais par le cœur, les choix, la pensée…

France, je me tiens debout avec toi,

mon “chez moi” – foyer accueillant de mon cœur

Je suis avec toi,

Nous sommes solidaires,

NOUS SOMMES TOUS CHARLIE!

 

En solidarité

 

Léa

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Nous sommes tous Charlie

 

My heart swells

From within my breast

It threatens to burst forth

Je suis Charlie

Solidarity – frappée par la foudre

Cohesion – standing together

Sixty-four million strong

Even after seven years in France

Humbled by this collective voice

Reverence for liberty will not be

Sacrificed for the illusion of security

Not in my name – others will

 

Humanity in black – in unity

Refusing to be silenced

Cohesion – sixty four million

Hearts beating strong

Terrorists – hear this

Truth, Equality and Freedom

Will not be sacrificed

Nor silenced by fanaticism – not by birth

But by heart, by choice, in thought

France I stand with you

Home of my heart

I stand with thee

We stand together

NOUS SOMMES TOUS CHARLIE

In solidarity 

Léa

 

With gratitude to Mélanie at: https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/. Without her help with translations, this post would not have been possible. Please stop by and visit her and you will be delighted!

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