L’ete

The veil between my beloved summer and autumn has once again descended. Like last year, it has tumbled earlier than in the past. I’ve learned to find delights in each season but summer is where my heart sings. The quotes below, for me, reflect that sentiment. 

 

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned  that within me there lay an invincible summer.”  –  Albert Camus

“In summer, the song sings itself.”   –  William Carlos Williams

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”   –  F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

 

L’ete

Slowing down my mind

Halt the eternal quest

For tomorrow, next week

Or a favorite holiday

Even before summer’s

Waning begins, the

Yearning for it starts

Anew

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Learning to delight in

Nuances of each season

Colors of gold, red, yellow

Then brown splashes

Across the vineyards to

Les arbres

Soups simmer once again

A late squash-corn chowder,

Black bean or hearty vegetable

Avec pois chiche

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Le Printemps donne l’espoir

Les fleurs,

Vibrant green leaves

Sur le vigne

Life cycle

Reaffirms herself

Mother Nature bestows her gifts

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Most difficult

Pour moi

Making peace

Avec l’hiver

Taking my breath away

Lodging its chill

Deep in my bones

Even when sunlight bounces

Across a rare snow

Longing takes over

Summer feels so far away

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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

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lumière du soleil

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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

You must remember this…

Nearly five years have gone by since I shared this post with you. As Hepburn said, Paris is always a good idea, once it re-opens, and safe to visit. There have been a number of new followers and not everyone wanders back in a blog’s archives so I’m playing it again… and hope you won’t mind?

“Paris is always a good idea.”  – Audrey Hepburn

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” – Mae West

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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You must remember this…

“We’ll always have Paris”

Rick whispers to Ilsa

The memories of

Passion born

Romantic interlude

Lucien taking my hand

Dans la Louvre

His deep resonating accent

Thick as a fine paté,

A call to arms, to lips, tongues…

Two arms guide me

Lost in Ribera’s

Club-footed boy

Spanish room

His favourite,

La Louvre closes

I’m introduced to

The Latin quarter,

Notre Dame,

Secluded niche

Spring grasses,

Canopy of leaves

Along the Seine

City of light

La ville de l’amour

No need for translation

Communication

Flows freely

Play it again…

*

Bisous,

Léa

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

Profond dans ses poèmes

As introduction to the following poem, I will tell you of a gift from my dear friend Yvonne in London. For the holidays she presented me with a copy of Les Fleurs Du Mal (Flowers of Evil) by Charles Baudelaire. With it she gave me a challenge to begin writing poems in French. Within the first poem or two, I was hooked. If you have not read any of his work, I encourage you to try. Translations of his work are available. Some may find it strange but as I began writing this piece, it came out bilingually. I present you with the original and again in English.

“Any healthy man can go without food for two days-but not without poetry.”  –  Charles Baudelaire

“The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others as he wishes.”  

                                                                        –  Charles Baudelaire

“Genius is childhood recalled at will.”  –  Charles Baudelaire

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Profond dans ses poèmes  (Original)

Amélioration de mon français

With a little help from a

Friend

Un cadeau pour noël

I am falling in love

Avec l’homme

Baudelaire

Snuggled up

Near the fire

Losing myself

Profond dans ses poèmes

Planting his perennial seeds

Les fleurs du mal

Dans

les pétales de vers

Blossom

Scenting tongue and

Pen

Avec l’odeur de ses mots

My persistent muse

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(In English)

Deep in his poems

 

Improving my French

With a little help from a

Friend

A Christmas gift

I am falling in

Love

With the man

Baudelaire

Snuggled up

Near the fire

Losing myself

Deep in his poems

Planting his perennial seeds

Flowers of Evil

In

Petals of verse

Blossom

Scenting tongue and

Pen

With the fragrance of his words

My persistent

Muse

***

Bisous,

Léa

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

You must remember this…

“Paris is always a good idea.”  – Audrey Hepburn

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” – Mae West

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.” – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

*

You must remember this…

“We’ll always have Paris”

Rick whispers to Ilsa

The memories of

Passion born

Romantic interlude

Lucien taking my hand

Dans la Louvre

His deep resonating accent

Thick as a fine paté,

A call to arms, to lips, tongues…

Two arms guide me

Lost in Ribera’s

Club-footed boy

Spanish room

His favourite,

La Louvre closes

I’m introduced to

The Latin quarter,

Notre Dame,

Secluded niche

Spring grasses,

Canopy of leaves

Along the Seine

City of light

La ville de l’amour

No need for translation

Communication

Flows freely

Play it again…

*

Bisous,

Léa

Wanted: lost poem

Today I will not open with a quote or quotes. Today I offer the results of a challenge by my friend Kath Unsworth over at Minuscule Moments. Kath is a very talented artist and after reading my last post here, challenged me to look in my handbag and give it the same treatment as I gave my desk. Thank you Kath. Please stop by and visit her at: http://kathunsworth.com

 

WANTED: lost poem

 

A friend tells me there is a poem

Inside my handbag

Intrigued by the thought

I reach inside to see if it

Can be found among the

Debris of this life

Simulated black leather wallet

Uncloseable, spilling forth

Its cache of business cards

Theirs, my own,

Yet there is no poem

Receipt slips from the bank,

Carte de sejour, le permis de conduire,

The last five euros of the month

Tucked out of sight,

Medical insurance card and my ATM card

Still no poem in view

Digging deeper, the book of the day, I never

Leave home without something to read

Small notebook or journal (or two) and several pens

Black (of course), blue and my favorite purple

All necessary tools for creative outbursts

One never knows when writing is essential

But still no visible trace of verse

Reading glasses and a spare, checkbook,

Tucked in the zippered pocket

Bonbons from the café and tape measure

One never knows what you will find

At the vide greniers

Despite my earnest search, I remain

Empty handed, no prose and no verse

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Bisous,

Léa

Pavlovian practice for writers

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

 

Pavlovian practice for writers

So out of practice

With the practice

Of daily pages

It would be simpler

To move the mountains

Separating my village and

The Mediterranean

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The first three

Clumsily, scribbled pages

Meditation in self-persecution

Words appear in slow motion

Impaired by intracranial cobwebs,

Dust and perhaps atrophy

What is not used…

*

Week two, still breathing

Ego damage continues

But flagellating ceases

Chocolate covered expresso beans

A placebo or positive reinforcement

Pavlovian conditioning

Am I really ready for this?

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Week three, breathing more steadily

Ego still receiving casualties

Cobwebs and dust eliminated

Synapse healing slowly

Positive reinforcement continues

Who doesn’t love chocolate and expresso?

Outlook improving…

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Bisous,

Léa

mon voisin aime me taquiner / my neighbour likes to tease me

“For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn.”   –  Jane Austen

 

“Listen, you only tease the ones you love.”   –  John Boehner

 

“I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life – to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one’s neighbors.”   –   Robert W. Service

 

Symbol d'Occitan
Symbol d’Occitan

 

mon voisin aime me taquiner / my neighbour likes to tease me

jean est taquiner moi

he delights in telling

le monde

says i am a spy

for obama

the twinkling

dans ses yeux,

illuminating smile

gives him away

everytime

the hard rods of

steel

he shapes into

gates, railings,

le croix de Cathar

or the symbol of the

pays d’ Occitan

the flames of the

forge

a mask

outside

l’ atelier

le masque

tombe

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bisous,

léa