Once burned…

“Fake people have an image to maintain. Real people just don’t care.”                        –     Author unknown

“We never lose friends. We simply learn who the real ones are.”  – Author unknown


“False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.”  – Richard Burton


Once burned…


You flash a grin

My way

I feel my spine


Slipping farther

From caution I

Slide under your spell

Memory dishes up

In your favor

I feel confidence

Abandon me

As you close in

That split second

Your head turns

Calculating your options

Gratefully my senses return

Your attentions return

In a flash

Yet a veil has fallen

Your strengths fade to frailties

Sliding irretrievably from


The seas are rich

I am patient

And deep

Your shallow waters

Cannot sustain me




Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

14 thoughts on “Once burned…”

    1. Liz, you are too kind. Just don’t ask where it came from. So much has appeared in my journals ( my handwriting) and on my laptop that just seems to tumble out. Thank you.

      1. My pleasure, Lea. Isn’t is wonderful to come across something we wrote and have to say, Where did that come from? Did I write that?

      2. Absolutely. Especially when it isn’t too bad… A friend who is a marvelous poet tells me when I am down on my writing that we are our own worst critics, alas, he NEVER has that problem. He got my helping of confidence and that of others as well… but he has been a dear friend for over thirty years.

      3. I’m finding that a shift in my thinking from is it any good to does it do what I want it to do helps a lot with the inner critic. Ultimately, thinking in terms of good and bad isn’t really helpful. It just closes down my thinking and other possibilities.j

      4. You are absolutely correct. Although I’ve exorcised many if not most of those demons from the past, at times one can hear their chains rattling…

        Sometimes the past sneaks up on us when we are not at our peak and hurls its judgments down upon us, and our learning has to regroup to stand once again.

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