Putting pen or keyboard to page…

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”   – Ernest Hemingway

 

“If you do not breath through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture as no use for it.”   – Anais Nin

 

“You fail only if you stop writing.”   – Ray Bradbury

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Putting pen or keyboard to page…

It isn’t as though

I like to write

Though the pleasure

Of having written

Can be sweet

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At times

Writing is

The air and

One cannot stop

Its involuntary flow

*

At other times

It is the life

Blood

Dripping, flowing

From an open wound

*

There were years

We parted company

One needs a safe place

To put their words

There was none

*

Even the memory

Lost in harm’s way

Those stories and poems

Long purged from possession

To painful to recall

*

Today we are united

In France

LIBERATION

Words find voice

They write of beauty

And finally of JOY

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Bisous,

Léa

lumière du soleil

“I desperately want to see the day today and do the best I can not to miss a shred of sunlight. It’ll be over before I know it.”   –  Mandy Patinkin

 

“If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.   –  Napoleon Bonaparte

 

“A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.”   –  Anais Nin

*

lumière du soleil

*

playfully

she slips upon me

as I sleep

nudging me awake

filled with laughter

forcing my eyes

open

*

impishly she creeps

into corners

illuminating cobwebs

chasing shadows

yet they disappear

as she moves on

*

like a torch

her beams

warm the forest’s

thickly needled carpet

peeking between branches

and leaves

*

with a silent smirk

in her wake

she ignites starlight

*

bisous,

léa