alas…

Oh, I just want what we all want: a comfortable couch, a nice beverage, a weekend of no distractions and a book that will stop time, lift me out of my quotidian existence and alter my thinking forever.” – Elizabeth Gilbert

I must say I find television very educational. The minute somebody turns it on, I go to the library and read a good book. – Groucho Marx

alas…

each journey into

a library or

bookshop

for that book

I must read

NOW

always culminates

with arms filled with

books I couldn’t

LIVE

without – must

have them

IMMEDIATELY

and the eternal list of

TBR’s

has grown significantly

is it a sickness?

my sons don’t understand

it takes another

book lover – the

WORDS

have me under their

SPELL

i shall endure this

ADDICTION

for the rest of my days

my magnificent

OBSESSION

bisous,

léa

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Just the facts…

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
– Oscar Wilde

Just the facts…

You are the brightest point of the candles flame

The dandelions in my clover

The first bite of cheesecake

And the solstice of my summer

*

You are the oasis I’ve searched for In my forty years wandering

The checkered flag and hurrahs

At the finish line

You will never be the chip in my teacup

The croutons in my salad

Nor a frog croaking by the pond

*

And you are not the stapler on my desk

You are the warmth of the fire

Chasing away my chill

And the conductor of the symphony

Spilling from my harp strings

*

Perhaps you are the lavender sachet

Tucked beneath my pillow – scenting my dreams

The rhubarb in my pie

And the vibrant oils layered on my canvas

*

Did you realize that I am the foam

Riding the crashing waves, spilling across your rocks,

Pilings and coastlines

the chocolate in your milk

And the peanut butter for your jelly

*

I am the wick for your lantern

The molasses in the gingerbread; full, thickly sweet

With a kick

And the firefly when you lose your way

*

But more than all of this

I will be the suede patch on the sleeve

Of your tweed coat

Hoisting a pint at the Everyman Bistro near

The Mercy River while Beatles on the jukebox take you back in time

I will be the Eleanor Rigby of your memories

Bisous,

Léa

I believe his name is Pablo

Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.” – Andre Norton

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”                            –  Jean Cocteau

“Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly.”                     –  Andre Norton

Perhaps Pablo?
Perhaps Pablo?

I believe his name is Pablo

not just for the artist

but also the poet

the one whose silvery

tongue, slides in and out

of my dreams

*

le petit chat noir

 curled up in

my palm creating

his own corner

de coeur

*

only three weeks old

the eyes still dark like

the gloss of his fur

too soon yet

to bring him home

*

it’s been a decade

since i’ve lived

with a cat

my youngest son took

his – when he parted

*

a niche

caché à mon coeur

arms open, waiting

longing to stroke

his silky black fur

*

hypnotic opus whispers

bestowing solace

allowing me to adore you

prompting my behaviors

putting me in my place

*

j’attends

divine inspiration

mysterious muse

oh passionate one

chez moi est chez toi

*

Bisous,

Léa

My not so secret addiction

“Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.”                                 – Malala Yousafzai

“The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.”                        – Rene Descartes

“There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.” – Will Rogers

*

My not so secret addiction

The reasons themselves

Do not matter

Somehow I never got

Around to reading

Vonnegut – yet

Today one of his books

A Man Without a Country

Appeared at my door

Via la poste

*

Scanning a few pages

A quote or two catches

My eye – arousing

Inherent curiosity

My inner cat alerted

The treat is in store

Lying in wait –

Ready to pounce

*

Such is the life

Of the reader

There are always books

Demanding to be read

Authors to discover

Stories to be told – alas

So many books and

Life – gone in a flash

Or a whimper

*

Heady with Sir Chaplin

Halfway through his life

The tower of coming attractions

Beckon seductively

  Cocooned in his story

Yet a restlessness – a whisper

Fear that the lights may darken

Before the next front-runner

Has exposed itself –

Reveal its secrets

Intoxication of the

Literary sensibility

Bisous,

Léa