Time

“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.”  – Benjamin Disraeli

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

–  Steve Jobs

“You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.”

–  James M. Barrie

***

Time

The eternal stalker

Knows each of us

Intimately

Counts each breath

Every step you take

Is it an abacus

Or a calculator?

He uses to keep

Track

Saluting him with

The Bronx cheer

I burn the candle at

Both ends

Up early to walk

The sacred hills

Late nights counting

Stars

Dancing close to dawn

Whatever time is left

Use it up

Wear it down

Regardless how thin

The fabric becomes

It is rich with the sounds

Of laughter,

Salty with tears and

Friends

***

Bisous,

Léa

peinture

“When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college – that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, “You mean they forget?”

– Howard Ikemoto

“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” – Pablo Picasso

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” – Leonardo da Vinci

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.”

– Oscar Wilde

***

peinture

canvas

neither blank

nor barren

elle est un taquinerie

knowing how

i must spread, smear and spackle

her porous skin

as vast

as the mind can explore

just beyond this

mortal’s reach

creamy, thick, luxurious

stories to be told and

lies with which

i seal

her fate

***

bisous,

léa

Uncle Jimmy

“When a society or a civilization perishes, one condition can always be found. They forgot where they came from.”

– Carl Sandburg

“You live as long as you are remembered.” – Russian proverb

“Why waste your money looking up the family tree? Just go into politics and your opponents will do it for you.” – Mark Twain

“ If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.” – George Bernard Shaw

***

Uncle Jimmy

His teeth are yellowed

Like the dark recesses

Of the candle’s glow

Eyes that lie about his age

Daring to sparkle with

 Diamonds of childhood

Perhaps a game

Of hide and seek

With 84 years of wrinkles

And lost hair

His weight has shifted

And reduced as the body

Slows to the ancient rhythms

Of the earth that waits

To hold him

The embrace of last night

Was the first one in over forty years

I know it will be the last

I can still feel his soft grasp

As if we both tried

To keep the sun from setting

Tenderly he welcomed

This lost niece home

***

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

le prophète

“The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.”  – Galileo Galilei

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

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”  – Budda

le prophète

to the east

lie switzerland

l’italie et allemand

we caress borders

lumière de soleil

inches her journey

closer to me

my eyes wide

open

awaiting her

arrival

le choeur des oiseaux

extol her arrival

i feel each ray

as she approaches

warming me

nourishing the vines, lavender,

figs

gaining speed

knowing

how quickly she will

leave

across the atlantic

pacific

till all is quiet here

in her wake she

scatters crumbs

starlight

echoing whispers

we are not

alone, and

a promise of

tomorrow

Bisous,

Léa

Directions

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”  – Henry David Thoreau

“To know when to go away and when to come closer is the key to any lasting relationship.”  – Doménico Cieri Estrada

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you’ll know what you know. And you are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”  – Dr. Seuss

“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex… It takes a touch of  genius – and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.”  – Albert Einstein

Directions

There are not

Directions

No one can tell me

How to get where I am going

I

Am the first to go

My way

Others

May have taken

Similar paths

A map

Cannot show me

The way

Signs along the way

Mark someone else’s

Journey

Don’t tell me

Which way to go

For that is your path

A detour

It will take me

Out of my way

Delaying my arrival

I will not see

All

That you have seen

I will see more

And less

And all that I encounter

Is exactly

What I need

To get to my

Destination

Do not follow me

You would lose

Your

Self

Bisous,

 Léa

surrender

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.”  – Maya Angelou

“The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.”  – Julia Cameron

“Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.”  – Gail Sheehy

surrender 

resistance

was mine

hours of

hand-cramping

as I strangled

numerous pens

pencils and other

weapons of war

filling journals

notebooks

scraps of paper

as I found them

believing that words

must come from

soul to paper

undisturbed by

typewriters,

computers, anything

non-organic

the source must

flow free

years of scribbling

illegible

even to me

frustration builds

technology and i

never friends

could not be

trusted to convey

bleeding of the heart

to prove my point

white flag raised

provisional truce

a torrent of words

unconstrained

by the impediment of

bad penmanship

my surrender now

complete

Bisous,

Léa

Le berre de rivière (The River Berre)

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”

–      Vincent Van Gogh

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”

– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.”

–  Joseph Conrad

Le berre de rivière  (The River Berre)

Tables and chairs

Against an ancient

Stonewall

Across from le

Café

If you are lucky

A seat can be yours

So many tourists

Pageant of color

Paints the sky

As the sun disappears

West

Below

La berre

Dried up

Fish to dust

Few remaining puddles

Disappear rapidly

To be return with

November rains

Un verre de vin rouge

For now

A book

As I wait until

Stars

Take center

Stage

A show that takes

My breath away

Bisous,

Léa

Global Restructuring

“Read, every day, something no one else is reading.  Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.  Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do.  It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.”  – Christopher Morley

“Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities.  The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary.”                              – Albert Einstein

“Problems cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.”                     – Albert Einstein

Global Restructuring

I

The young man

Stands expressionless

In front of the shoppe

That sells toys and gadgets

Hawking the plastic pistol

Shooting uniform translucent opals

En mass

II

I sigh

Remembering

The child who danced

And twirled with glee

Waving the tiny looped

Magic wand

Christening each wonder

As she creates it

Biding sweet release

Bisous,

Léa

Pied fâchés

Instead of the usual quotes, today’s blog is to give a nod to the delightfully creative woman, Sandy Ackers. This is the second poem I have posted that came directly from one of her creative inspirations. You don’t need to have writer’s block to benefit from her “creative bursts”. Just accept the challenge and enjoy the ride. You can find Sandy at Strangling My Muse or http://stranglingmymuse.wordpress.com  Come play in the sandbox!

Pied fâchés

Once again

Came the argument

First there were

The whimpering

Complaints

But as always

They grew louder

You hate that

I have imprisoned

You

In those heavy boots

Thick socks

As we walk

The beautiful hills

That surrounds us

You don’t believe

I do it to protect you

From all the stones

And other detritus

You beg and plead

For sandals

Or total exposure

As always

I make sweet promises

To coax you onward

Afternoon

Having your way with

warm sand

seductively massaging

Prelude to full pardon

Revival at

Sea

Bisous,

Léa