bonté

“Always be a little kinder than necessary.”  – J.M. Barrie

“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.”  -Kahlil Gibran

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”  – Mark Twain

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bonté

kindness is genuine

it cannot be measured

always freely given

from a heart

with intimate knowledge

of life’s joy,

sorrow and pain

        *

pain leaves scars

just because you

cannot see

don’t repudiate

their existence

built on a foundation

of ignorance or denial

           *

those who enslave

insist on your ignorance

yet the first to deny

responsibility

scars became malignant

conscience decomposed

replaced by anger

its appetite insatiable

           *

striking out

injures the innocent

the guilty take umbrage

constipated cognition

toxic input, toxic

as it strikes

a predatory response

       *

bonté

can be contagious

spread it around

perhaps slowly with some

glaciers can melt

in the presence of

sustained warmth

unless the heart is stone

             *

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

In her safekeeping – Carly-Jay Metcalfe

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.” – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.” – Winston Churchill

“I say to people who care for people who are dying, if you really love that person and want to help them, be with them when the end comes close. Sit with them – you don’t even have to talk. You don’t have to do anything but really be there with them.”  – Elisabeth Kulbler-Ross

*

In her safekeeping (For Carly-Jay)

On that freezing

winter’s night

I struggle to

stay on path

fighting the winds

I hear the howling

all too close at hand

it is the darkest of night

even the moon has

turned her face

I am alone

frightened

the way ahead

into the unknown

unprepared

my eyes seek

respite

lifting my head

in the storm

a window

in the distance

illuminating the way

unconditional love

inviting – welcoming

offering safe harbour

the guardian

reaches out – her

voice gentle, calm

reassuring

there is no judgment here

she knows intimately 

its weariness, each toll

her embrace 

I am safe in her keeping

steadfast she escorts me

until I am at last

at rest

*

Webster defines courage as: mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty. To possess such courage, is rare. To find it in one so young as Carly-Jay Metcalfe, is remarkable. To have someone like her come into your life, I promise, will illuminate even the darkest of corners. She can inspire like few others. I am indeed privileged to know her. A writer, a speaker and a champion to those whom she reaches out to in the darkest days of their lives.

Carly-Jay knows death on a first name basis. She has navigated in its shadows since first drawing breath. Yet instead of running from it, she faces it full on to guide others. Please, for your own sake, get to know this amazing young woman. She has so much to offer all who open their mind and heart.

In addition to my meager words, I offer links to explore the world of Carly-Jay, get to know her. Death touches each of us and running from it can only harm us. Enlightenment is the key to life. Carly-Jay is the keeper of the key.

http://www.carlyjaymetcalfe.com

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYaBlW9sSYQ

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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

Mortalitié – tripping the light fantastic

No art is possible without a dance with death.” – Ericka Ostrovsky

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”            -Alan Watts

Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.” – Satchel Paige

*

Mortalitié – tripping the light fantastic

Every day of our lives

Each of us dances

Never are we alone

Biding time

Awaiting our dance –

Ballet, tango, Line

Waltzing, flamenco, regardless

The melody may be fast

We may move slowly

Across the floor

Down life’s corridors

Delusions of solitude

When things are darkest

Yet she is always there

Waiting her grand performance

Death is always

With us, a partner

From our birth

Some will dance briefly

In its unshakeable embrace

Nuchal cord – un, deux, trois

Accidents, illness, suicide

Her fluidity – a mask

Caché – she often takes

Partners by surprise

That which doesn’t kill us

We are told – makes us

stronger, for some it does

Some take it – make of it

Conception d’art

Dance each day

As if you were

Nijinsky, Taglioni,

Alvin Ailey

Each to your tune

Remember – mon ami

With each dance, each step

Choreograph your life

Danse avec le coeur

Each step of your life

Bisous,

Léa

L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

“Spring is nature’s way of saying ‘Let’s party!”       –  Robin Williams 

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”   –  Pablo Neruda

“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”  

–  Rainer Maria Rilke

*

L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

The distance between

Today – l’printemps

Now can be measured

In heartbeats

Almond blossoms

Like puffs of pink and white

Snow filling out branches

Greying clouds play tag

In azure skies

Hiding the sunlight

Like children who have stolen

Cookies from the cooling rack

Hyacinthus; rose, bleu, blanche

Mon esprit se réveille

My hunger immense

The waters of the cascade

Tumble into turquoise waters

I climb out of grey woolen

Despair and reach for the sun

*

Bisous,

Léa

Tempest Tamer

“Never argue with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.” – Mark Twain

*

Tempest Tamer

Twain said it – I believe it

Experience as a therapist

Proves it over and over

Again

 

And again in the bar

The party of elite

Voices rising takes me

Back

 

In graduate school

Stressing the importance

Conflict resolution

The angriest client speaks

First

 

Survival skills honed in

Infancy – an excellent listener

Often called on to diffuse the

Tempest

 

There was one storm

Where failure was

Abysmal – one does not choose

Parents

 

*

Bisous,

Léa

Today’s plan of attack!

“Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.”   –  Langston Hughes

“And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.”  –  Bram Stoker

               *

Today’s plan of attack!

Despite my efforts

Making friends with

L’hiver

Cold melds to my body

Like plastic wrap – suffocating

It permeates flesh

Seeping into bone

La neige menace – caché

Masking the landscape – j’adore

Lovely to look at

Cuddled up by the fire

Infinite cups of café

Perhaps a drop of cognac? – medicinally of course

Plunging into my book – du jour

Hibernation of the finest kind

Happily remaining till spring

 

*

Bisous, 

Léa

Procrastination

“Time passes irrevocably.”   – Virgil

 

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”

  • Pablo Picasso

 

“Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you’re only screwing yourself.” – Author unknown, possibly from Monty Python?

 *

Procrastination

 

It can wait until

Tomorrow – that idea

Spinning around in my head

I just have to run these errands

I shall write that poem

Later – sometime next week

I shall have plenty of time

Once this season has ended

There will be no excuses

For getting back to the project

Long awaited novel – I will

Get to it soon – have you

Ever noticed how swiftly

Time dissipates? There is

Never enough of it to

Accomplish what I want

No, that will have to wait

Perhaps I can get to it

Next week, or better yet

After the New Year?

And once again I’ve

Lost another opportunity

When does it end?

C’est fini avec moi!

*

Bisous,

Léa

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

*

Bisous,

Léa