Scattering

“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.”
– W. Clement Stone

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Scattering

Every new

Moon

I curl up

In my

Curvaceous

Crescent

Encircled

By each

Starry night

Celestial dreams

Await me

There is no man

Here

I control

The ebb

And flow

Of the

Seas

I watch

Over your

Attempts

To comprehend

Me

To encapsulate

Into ode

Or song

It is difficult

When you

Haven’t

The language

Of the

Universe

Bemused

My laughter

Scatters

Stardust

Bisous,

Léa

blocked

A friend is visiting and much to see and do I hope to incorporate into future posts… meanwhile, I hope you will enjoy some older posts.

blocked

“Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way.
I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the
appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.”

– A. A. Milne

blocked

will tortured lines appear
stuttering fingers tremble across
the keyboard
an exercise in hit and miss
the empty mind hopes
perhaps the laws of probability
would be kind
smiling in verse

fingers shudder, spasm and freeze
from a distance, grey matter bounces
thought and metaphor
till they coagulate
in cerebral jelly
synapse arrested
white pages glare
laughingly at me

Bisous,

Léa

Well done David!

Just to let people who may be interested know, I have my first novel on Amazon, printed and Kindle versions. Having waited in vain for agents to even acknowledge my e-mails, I have decided to self-publish because I would like people to READ it. It’s called Zazou and Rebecca, and is set in Southern France, […]

via A bit of self-publicity… — belovedalder

decay

Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficent means for going backwards.” – Aldous Huxley

Technology… is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.” – Carrie Snow

decay

as a gift

my sons sent me

an apple

it isn’t juicy,

flavourful,

or nutritious

what it is

highly stressful

as with each upgrade

this apple

deteriorates

support services

non existent

unless your are

prepared to pay

what a way to

boost sales

there is more

than one worm

in the orchard

while I implode

at the foot of

el capitan

bisous,

lea

And the result is in…

 

 

LA CHATTE NOIR
LA CHATTE NOIRE

Several weeks ago, I asked for your help in finding a name for my business. There were several wonderful submissions. With the help of some very special trusted friends, and a few of the feline variety, the struggle has come to an end. However, that was not before spending hours trying out the suggestions, a few of my own and variations of them all. On 10 June as I drove away from the lovely beach village of Leucate after my weekly French class, a title popped into my head. There has been some criticism as the famous Black Cat painted by the late Henri Toulouse Lautrec was Le Chat Noir. Yes, I do love that cat. However, I am a female and what I write, publish, paint, photograph… is with a feminine perspective and I desire that the name reflect that. Ergo, I present to you for the first time, LA CHATTE NOIRE PRESSE.

LA CHATTE NOIRE PRESSE can also be found on my LinkedIn page.

My sincere thanks to all who participated and all who lent their support. Thank you to my friend Natalje who hashed it out with me last night and gave me valuable feedback and aided me in realising this is what I had been searching for.

 

Bisous et calins,

Léa

 

 

The other side of the story…

“Time spent with cats is never wasted.”   –  Sigmund Freud

“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”   –  Albert Schweitzer

“In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.”  – Terry Pratchett 

*

The other side of the story…

In my next life

I shall be a cat

Warm and soft

I will prowl with determination

My courage like my curiosity, insatiable

I explore what interests me

And ignore what does not

My throne by the window

Where I survey my kingdom

Bathing and preening

To my own satisfaction

              *

I will choose my staff carefully

And train them well

My dishes never empty

Fresh salmon on demand

To appease your human ego

I will let you think it was your idea

I curled up in your lap

That stormy night

Easing your trembling fears

With the silky tingle of my

Glorious coat

*

When alone, you pull me close

Dousing my fur with your tears

Convinced you are not alone

As I am there

When really, it just felt so good

That scratching behind the ear

Without having to move from

This warm perch

*

You fancy that I speak to you

With my melodic purr

Little do you know

I prefer my erotic tone

To your static noise

I know how to quiet you

To calm you

By letting you focus

On adoring me

As it should be

For I pull you out of yourself

–  five cents, the doctor is in

*

Bisous,

Léa

tongue lashings

“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

–  George Orwell

***

tongue lashings

she saunters to the

mic

whetting her lips

lowering them in a

hover

taking control

of the mic

of the

room

all is quiet

as her

razor sharp

shards are

propelled into the

night

vérité dans la poésie

***

Bisous,

Léa

Inarticulate

“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”

–  Elie Wiesel

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence”

 –  Leonardo da Vinci

“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself”

–  Harvey Fierstein

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”

–  Martin Luther King Jr.

***

Inarticulate

Writer’s block

Is sometimes

Symptomatic

Of the things

So repressed

Like being

Tongue-tied

Stuck back

In the dungeon

Called childhood

The words

Won’t appear

Keyboard

Silenced

Somewhere

Between the past

And anywhere else

My fingers

Loose their way

Freeze in a hover

Over the keys

Separating truth

From the fiction

Exposing it to

Light

Like pollen

Lifted by the

Wind

To begin

Anew

***

Bisous,

Léa

malevolent

“The first rule of any technology used in a business is that automation applied to an efficient operation will magnify the efficiency. The second is that the automation applied to an inefficient operation will magnify the inefficiency.”  – Bill Gates

“All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal information.”  – Carl Sagan

“The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.”  – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“The most important and urgent problems of the technology of today are no longer the satisfactions of the primary needs or of archetypal wishes, but the reparation of the evils and damages by the technology of yesterday.”  – Dennis Gabor

malevolent

kindle

the name

evokes something

warm, fuzzy

huggable

yet there is nothing

comforting

about a hard

plastic case

which requires

batteries

frequent recharging

and ends its days

heaped among

other must haves

that litter the

planet

eroding

contaminating

all that nature

has placed in

trust

cannot be passed down

to subsequent

generations

or shared with

friends

kindle old

before his time

already outdated

before leaving

the manufacture

global footprint

nightmare

there will be no

used kindle shops

where poets linger

wistfully

over coffee

paperbacks

and HOWL

*

bisous,

léa