Mots errant / Wandering words

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”   Henry David Thoreau

 

“Not all those who wander are lost.”   – J.R.R. Tolkien

 

“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.”   – Anatole France

 

 

Mots errant / Wandering words

 

I love taking words

For a walk

Seeing where they

Will go and even better

Where they will take me

 

A simple phrase or word

Like a launching pad

Recycled by me or

Truth be told

Merely taking me along

 

Les mots – soyez résilient

Creating both map and path

Like a child’s puzzle

C’est moi – connecter les points

To get lost – is to find oneself

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Bisous,

Léa

La chatte

“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.” – Mark Twain

“Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.” – Jim Davis

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

une chatte d’Albas

La chatte

They call her

Feral

Total lack of moralitié

She prowls about

Mon village

Sampling all the treats

On offer

Living by instinct

Reality not judgment

Despite nine lives

She knows how quickly

Today becomes the past

Her time is not to be wasted

Taking her pleasure

As she finds it

Satiated she moves on

In front of the fire

Reminiscent

Her rough tongue

Traces a map of pleasure

Washing, always washing

Body memories – retracing her passion

Spent

She sleeps

Perchance to dream

Bisous,

Léa